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…
Car travel, Part 5: Why driving won out
I let my reservation on Southwest from Tucson to San Diego lapse because of: Money Part of it is my fault. I came up with the idea of flying too late to be eligible for the 14-day advance fares that ordinarily make the trip from Tucson to San Diego so appealing on Southwest. But no…
Car travel, Part 4: Maybe I should fly?
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…
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…