Roscoe, a Pug with an unfathomable gaze, wanders the foggy streets of San Francisco. Wrapped in a pink dressing gown, he savours a cigar, brooding. A former regular at beatnik parties, Roscoe remembers his glory days, when poetry and existentialism intoxicated tormented souls. Today, he's trying to find his place in a world that's too fast, too noisy, too far removed from the essence of life.