Mr. Drossel lives across the street from my parents. He’s about 6′7″, always wears a black stetson hat, black kid leather gloves and long black duster; and looks like a mix between Clint Eastwood, Slenderman, your favorite grandpa and a barn owl. He’s very soft-spoken and perhaps needlessly articulate, but in a very engaging way and I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.
He’s one of the best lawyers in the county and becuase I watched his dog/took care of his garden all the time when I was in middle/highschool and he was consulting for the FBI on something and was thus out of town all the time, he did all my family’s legal work (wills, architecture permits, that dust-up with the school, etc.) at a very steep discount.
His dog was a totally blind, fat little sausage of a Westie named Princess Anistasia. She has since Passed On, but Mr. Drossel is looking into adopting a new dog, and has apparently been considering a three-legged animal of indeterminate breed but it looks like a small incursion from the Dimension Of Hair.