I have some tragic news. Like so many young people of her generation, Ace is addicted to modern technology.

Now, when we return from our daily walks, she bats at a toy halfheartedly before fixing her gaze on the only thing that can bring her pleasure. It is a travesty.

You would think that being unable to actually touch the focus of her desire would eventually put her off. How long can someone chase an invisible target before going mad? Yet, Ace doesn’t seem fazed.

I suppose I enable her; I cannot bear to watch her blank, unfulfilled stare. I wonder if we will ever again play with Snake or Goose for more than three minutes.
I thought this kind of thing only happened to cats.

Hot Dog

Temperatures were in the 90s in San Francisco over the past few days.

It’s the one week during the year when we have summer! Woo!

Despite her smooshie face, Ace apparently ran with the best of them.

It helped me get through my crappy cubicle day to think about her summery adventures.

All photos by Rachel Allen, Zipdog guide to the wild urban outdoors.