A café with great Karma

Next day--where the dog had been, now lay a formerly-red wool blanket. The faded pink fibres draped from the top step to the next step down. A rectangle of old cardboard duct-taped to the railing read, "Feel free to allow your dog to sit on the blanket to keep it's (sic) bum and paws warm. *The Wild Flour" It's that kind of place.