SF Boston Terrier Meetup

This is what we did yesterday.

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Fourth Day Fog

This is about so much more than exercise. She is absolutely vacuuming up every bit of new information. This is particularly remarkable considering what a mindfuck the beach must be when you’ve spent your whole short life in the Mission trying to eat glass and vomit off the streets. In the evenings her behavior has improved by leaps and bounds and wiggles and play bows. She can walk down the outside stairs. She pulls much less often on leash. And tonight, she walked over to the door to tell me she had to go outside to make poops instead of just pooping in the corner. My favorite part is dreaming about what she might be doing that very moment while I’m bored at work. Oh yes, and looking at these pictures.

As with all of these shots, photos taken by Rachel.

First Day of Fort Funston Adventures

I came home to a soggy, sandy puppy coat set atop a neatly folded towel. Rachel told me later that, on Ace’s first trip to the beach, she made the novice mistake of looking away from the surf and got wrecked by a wave. The next best thing to actually having seen this happen was to hear the story and launder the evidence. And then I received these absolutely amazing photos…

Six Months!!

Today, my furbaby is 6 months old. As I write this, she is stretched out over the length of my lap, head on my tummy, eyes closed, facing the soft light coming through the nearby window. I am more in love with her the longer I know her (and the larger she grows).

We had an epic week in our little family. UT visited from Philly for the week, and when he wasn’t chasing down the perfect shots of the Golden Gate, he turned his attention and his camera to The BT. I have a whole series of photos of her licking and thrashing about in my arms.

Ace also had some… issues… this week. My first clue was when she POOPED IN OUR BED, also dousing the comforter liberally with pee. We were so horrified, we were calm. Over the next few days, thanks to the wisdom of the Internet, it became apparent that her anal glands were clogged. After much soul searching, I decided to take her to The Dog Barber for some professional expression and a bath to tidy up. He was fast, professional, and very flexible, as well as fairly priced. I will be returning again the next time things get backed up in there.

On the walk to Roberto, Ace got her first exposure to rain. Usually, winter in the Bay is wet, but this year has been unseasonably dry and sunny. Despite wearing a raincoat, Ace was miserable, her little head soaking, water dripping off the tips of her flattened ears. She walked slowly and ducked into doorways every chance she got. Meanwhile, other dogs, large and small, ran by us naked down the street, seemingly oblivious to, or actually enjoying, the downpour.

The BT also graduated from puppy day care this week, and on Monday she will begin taking outdoor adventures five days per week with the lovingly effusive Rachel. I’m so glad I can give Ace a life that involves frequent beach going, play with other dogs, and satisfaction for her curious nose. And having a tired puppy to stretch out in my lap at the end of the day is a really nice bonus.