This morning there was a big mean guy on the bus, with a big mean dog. The dog was almost as big as a great dane, and looked very sturdy and really nice, not counting the drool stuck on its snout. There were some other people who were petting it and the guy warned them about the drool. I was sitting close and asked him what kind of dog it was; a corso, he said, an italian mastiff. I read about it and it’s a descendant of a Roman war dog. I’m really a cat person but I do have a liking for big, graceful dogs like this one.