It has rained for days now. Thunder-stormed even, and that is rare for San Francisco. A rumble of thunder and a show of lightening and the dog tucks himself under the covers and hibernates. With our skylight in the bedroom he has a heads up as to whether it is worth waking up early for the morning walk. Today was one of those days that he needed to be prodded and pushed to get out of bed and down the street.
Like most San Francisco days around 1 PM the sky began to break. The rain wasn't sure that it was going to let go but there was a sign that it may be a lovely evening. So like any good dog owner I loaded Orlando in the car. The window of opportunity for some good exercise can be quite small this time of year. When we arrived at Crissy Field it was obvious that this routine isn't just the norm at my house but all across San Francisco. As the sun peaked out it revealed a beach full of dogs, all ages all sizes.
Always a great place for an off-leash romp, Crissy Field was more popular this afternoon than I have ever witnesses. It was magical. If you are a dog lover and wish to see the best of canine parades Crissy Field, East Beach, between rain showers is the place for you. I am not sure that there was anyone there that did not own a frisky puppy. After days of internment paws were ready to be muddy. For muddy paws make a happy dog.