The 45th Street Devil Dog

As I left a nearby cafe this afternoon I was struck with terror, seeing this dancing devil-dog.

I asked her proud human companion for her name, but I have forgotten it. Perhaps it's just as well. Who knows what mishap might befall me if I speak her horrible name? She might still be watching me!

Best to refer to her obliquely:
Her scary self.
The twinkle in Cerberus' eye.
Pinch of fear.

This was the best dog-moment of my whole day.