We involuntarily paused for just a moment during some outdoor wedding portraits last weekend. Out of the corner of our eyes, we caught a glimpse of a beast with a pituitary malfunction dragging an unlucky middle-aged man through the city.  I turned and froze, much like the Grizzly Man probably did moments before his untimely demise.  It was then that I exhaled and whispered a foul word of relief, realizing the mammoth beast was just a dog.  A Mastiff really.  And as you can tell by the photo, I'm pretty sure he does the walking when it's time to trot around downtown Portland.