We went to Shepherdstown, West Virginia this past weekend so I could run the most brutal half-marathon of my life (Antietam Battlefield: All hills. Who knew?), and spent a fair amount of time hanging out in the awesomely weird Lost Dog coffee shop.
Here’s a corner of the cafe where this lovely — if menacingly reconstructed– mannequin presides.
And that’s Carlton dozing in the chair. I am fascinating company, clearly.