I’ve had a few queries about my dog, since I did put his life on the line yesterday, so I thought I’d introduce him here and say that he is alive, well, and ready to eat whatever scraps fall to the ground today.
These pictures were taken at the Mozza staff Fourth of July party.
Rufus had to scrounge for scraps around the Koji truck like his cousins in his ancestral town, Tijuana. But here he is waiting patiently for an authentic Mexican taco of cochinita pibil.
They say beggars can’t be choosers but Rufus was clearly partial to the real Mexican deal. Like mother, like dog.