So, I am back in the Bay Area. And that means, after only a day or two, that I start missing my own dogs. But not to worry! There is a marvelous dog park only a couple of miles from my mom’s house.
That is Gonzo. Because I go down to the dog park at least once every time I visit my mom, I see Gonzo a lot. In fact, he is turning 11-years-old on Sunday, and I was invited to the party! There should be a lot of Bernese Mountain Dogs there.
This guy will be there. He is a friend of Gonzo’s. I can’t remember his name. Hey, I meet a lot of dogs. Remember, I did a post where I petted 80-something dogs in one day.
I freekin’ love this breed of dog. They are so sweet. And they don’t drool as much as Saint Bernards.
There is something down there making noises!
I hear it too!
Gonzo doesn’t care. He just wants treats… and love.
And yes, of course I took the pictures of the Bay, and the Golden Gate Bridge, draped in fog.
And yes, I used the zoom lens to take a few photos of San Francisco.
But mostly, I petted a whole bunch of dogs.