On Saturday, Ace, El Jefe, and I trucked over to Duboce Park. When Jefe was a bachelor, his Sweet Pad looked out on this park. This is where he first realized that dogs are cool.
And then, the some lounging. We promptly led her exhausted Bosty butt a few blocks away to a dog-friendly bar, and she slumbered while we had some adult fun. Nothing like drinking with your comatose BT to gently end a warm, sunny afternoon.