I'm a sucker for a pushed-in face and a turned-up nose

At first I couldn't tell if the four-footed black blur was a dog or a cat. I was on my bike, listening to (what else?) Kylie heading up Clayton Road through the Grove on my way to Forest Park. When I crossed Tower Grove I saw the dog trotting the other direction, and it took me all of one second to have the following conversation in my head: Was that a cat? Black cat? Janet Jackson. No, it's a dog. Look out for that car. I should stop. Where'd he go? Maybe he belongs to someone wait he has...