O Thor

"Don't put your face near his" is the first memory I have of Thor. I saw him almost every time I went to the Filthhole, and he became part of the experience - the bristles of dog hair on my clothes, the danger of his unpredictable hatred of women. After a couple of years, any time I came over, Thor would sit at the top of the stairs as I was walking in, and wait for me to give him a pat on the head. Thor was a hell of a dog, and I'll miss him.