Driving Mister Frankie

Surfing dogs…best friends and our best friends…dog-loving restaurants and hotels… There’s much to tell (and show), but the San Diego adventure begins with — what else? — the story of driving with my car-averse pup. The drugs The day before we were scheduled to leave, I tried Xanax, the latest vet prescription, on Frankie. It…

Would Your Dog Be a Good Driver?

The suggestion in my last post that Irish Setters are notoriously bad drivers — really, a gratuitous, baseless slur —  led me to thinking: Which breeds or particular dogs would excel or fail,  and why? Frankie isn’t fond of cars, for example, but that could be because he would prefer to be in the driver’s…

Great Expectations: A Tale of Two Dogs

“What’s wrong with that one?” demanded the smug-looking guy with the good-looking girlfriend, pointing at my terrier mix, Frankie. He had just rejoined the line that had formed outside El Mirasol, a popular Mexican restaurant in Palm Springs. My friend Clare had gone in to put our names on the list for the dog-friendly terrace,…