I have the good fortune to be a friend of a beagle. Well, perhaps not a friend -- I don't walk about with a pocket full of dog treats -- but at least an accepted acquaintance. And lately, the beagle and her person have been good enough to take me along to the dog run at Fort Funston. This stretch of dunes at the southwest corner of San Francisco is pretty much heaven for off-leash canines and their owners.
All kinds of critters wander by.
It's hard to believe these are the same species.
Or sometimes that they exist at all.
Everyone needs a drink sometimes.
A lot of playing goes on.
There's as much variation among the people as the dogs.
For some folks, walking the dogs is serious business.
For others it looks more like training.
People and pooches get tuckered out.
But mostly, it is doggy social time on the dunes.
2 comments:
It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, gone to the dogs.
Oh joy, I love Fort Funston and the dog world there ;-) It's too long since we've taken Mr Jack for a constitutional along the beach!
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