It’s a statistical fact that the agonizing theft and rejoicing recovery of Hambone the pitbull was:

1. Paid attention to by every single angeleno and several dozen folks from Iowa;
2. The extreme exception to the rule in terms of the beloved dog being reunited with his guardian.

So you can imagine my disappointment stopping at 6th and Fairfax yesterday afternoon and seeing this adorable duo of dogitude (at right; click to humongify) tethered to a bike rack and left to patiently fend for themselves in such a desolate place  (and smelly too — the noxious odor of sulphur never seems to disipate around that intersection) while their careless guardian no doubt galavanted around inside the 99-cent store on the corner.

When are we gonna learn, people? Bike racks are for bikes!

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