It’s a dog’s world.
Labor Day walk with Daisy at Batiquitos Lagoon.
I melted when my hubby texted me this photo of our dog last week.
I couldn’t wait to see her after her retreat/spa vacation in La Jolla.
I saw Mark for about 15-20 minutes a day on my graveyard shifts. So, it felt like a blessing to be able to enjoy a long walk/hike/climb around Fort Funston on my weekend.
We walked into an old army bunker covered in graffiti.
My legs burned when we had to climb up the steep hill from the beach. We poked around the spot where hang gliders jump off.
We held hands.
It’s a good life.
La vie en rose? I kept it simple for Happy Hour on my Friday. Other people called it Wednesday or “Hump Day.” I called it the start of my weekend.
Yesterday, I enjoyed French red wine, a salmon sandwich and a good book at Cafe du Soleil in San Francisco.
I watched dogs walk their humans or chase after them on their bicycles. I saw a dad teaching his kids how to ride bikes by the intersection. Another guy blew-up at a couple down the street. Heads swiveled from cafe patrons and pedestrians when his cursing got louder.
This wine bar in the Haight reminded me of my favorite French bistro in St. Petersburg, Russia.
Les Amis De Jean-Jacques near Bolshoy pr reminded me of other bistros in Paris.
[By Andrea James]
Even though it felt like the first day of winter in San Francisco, I wanted to enjoy my wine outside and read Gopnik’s “Paris to the Moon.” I just wrapped up my 8-day work week and I think I’m getting over my cold.
Time to celebrate the weekend.
Last week, we saw triple-digit temperatures. In order to cool off, I took Daisy to the beaches at Half Moon Bay.
This is the first time she has ever been on a beach and she looked so mellow. I asked her if this is better than her life in Kansas.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks for Daisy.
The vet couldn’t figure out why she kept gnawing on her rear right paw. After shaving back the fur, she couldn’t find evidence of foxtails or thorns. But she saw the skin was really red. So – Daisy had her paw bandaged up for more than a week. We kept her on a steady diet of antibiotics. We wrapped wheat bread slices around her pills.
Today, the vet gave us the green light to remove the bandage. Her paw looks better and Daisy wanted to welcome it back with more chewing. So, she had to wear the cone of shame this morning.
Grazing on samples of kettle corn and bacon onion dip.
Sipping pints of Shock Top.
Watching people tee-off into Webber Point.
This weekend, we made it back to Stockton for the “Best Food Fest in the West”: the Stockton Asparagus Festival. This year, I finally saw one of the star attractions: Tyson, the skateboarding bulldog.
Before this weekend, the only time I saw Tyson ride was from the control room as I counted down my live crews to their next hit.
It rocked to be out of the newsroom. I loved being able to cop a squat and watch Tyson wow the crowd with his boarding skills.
Now, I wonder if I could get Daisy on a skateboard….