I've turned into one of "them." You know, a dog person. There are a lot of us out there. And as you know, I don't even own a dog. I kinda borrow one. San Francisco is a rather dog-friendly city. There are lot of rules about dogs being on leashes, which is a good thing, but down at Crissy Field and along the water, it's a leash-free zone. At least for now.
This is Rex. He's a Yorkshire Terrier, a rather large one. He belongs to my friend Ann, and on this morning, we went down on Crissy to join the other dog people for a morning beach walk. Rex draws a crowd. He's incredibly cute and has a personality to match.
Crissy Field is beautiful, even if it's overcast or raining. With the Golden Gate Bridge as the backdrop, your pooch can run laps up and down the beach or even do a dunk in the water, the rather cold water.
When you have a dog, you tend to build a community of other dog lovers. And then everyone seems to travel in a pack.
Crissy is the perfect place to whip a ball. You don't have to worry about it going into the road, only that it goes in the water, with your dog following, and therefore stinking up your car later. But dog people are used to that.
King Rex loves it here. It's the ultimate playground.
He's quick on his feet; he can pivot well.
Mr. Super Cute.
The little rascal is not always the most obedient, but his cuteness makes up for his devilish behavior. That's Ann, trying to the lay down the law.
And after a good romp on Crissy, Rex get a little treat and wrap up our Crissy visit. It's time for our morning coffee.