I woke up this morning with a sense of dread — not uncommon, I admit, but this dread had a specific source. I’m planning to leave on Wednesday for San Diego to attend the surf dog festival and I’m worried about the drive with Frankie. It’s not a terribly long trip from Tucson, about 7…
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,…
Surf City, here we come!
June 20 is the Surf Dog Festival at Loew’s Coronado Hotel in San Diego and Frankie and I just booked a room. We’ll be spectators, not participants. It’s hard to practice hanging 20 (or 30) in Tucson. Frankie is psyched: Two bitches for every dog! But what’s with that anyway: Are males the default dog…