When I travel, I meet dogs.

I go out of my way to meet dogs.

I like dogs.

I like dogs more than people. I don’t go to people parks to meet people. I go to dog parks to meet their dogs.

In the Bay Area, people take their dogs… and their dog parks… very seriously.

And because I stayed at my friend’s house for his retirement party, I got to hang out with his dogs for a while.

But I also went to New Mexico, for my daughter’s graduation from nursing college… with two bachelor degrees, just so you know. And I met this half-wild dog on a Native American reservation.

That is a reservation dog. It is not an easy life.

Life is easier for house dogs.

A lot easier.

I did take this photo at my favorite dog park, right down beside the San Francisco Bay shore. Pick up after your dog… but who cleans up after the seagulls??? Did they crap on the sign to support picking up dog poo?

Something to think about, I guess?