A shaggy surf dog story

Here, at last, is my report on the Loews Surf Dog Competition. Sort of. It’s still more about my friend Clare, our dogs, Frankie and Archie, and a cast of supporting characters who became involved by sheer coincidence. *** So…Clare and I didn’t manage to get to the contest site, Imperial Beach, early enough to…

Our Doggies, Ourselves

I’m embarrassed to admit a key reason I haven’t yet blogged about the Loews Coronado Bay surf dog festival: I am photographically challenged. It’s not just that I tend to take lousy pictures; I also break nearly every camera I touch, even disposable ones. I’ve joked for years that my ex-husband, a photographer, put a…

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…