Sweet Sunday in SF

OK, ended up using sigh, Facebook to post photos:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3116022100493.2126612.1262693524&type=1&l=546a170645

Gumps offered free dog portraits with the city's best dog portraitist. He was goooooooooooood. Cartier Bresson? Elliott Erwitt? Maybe. His portfolio is here:  http://jessefreidin.com/

My friend Leslie's lady, a rescue collie, was very photogenic and behaved very well. And I fell for an ethereal white standard poodle whose ears reminded me of Marianne Faithful, somehow. The dog works with Alzheimer's patients.

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For the beauty of the earth.

And eggs...

 

 

I just vacuumed my office--all the dust shows so clearly in the sunlight. Blows forward, blows back. Next time I turned around, minutes later,  there was a pile of fluffy stuff on the floor, with Huey chewing. Ewwwwwwww he caught and ate a HUMMINGBIRD. It was gone except for a few feathers. Sorry, universe.I'll get the collar with bell...

I stepped aside to let a woman walking her big ole dog get by me, as I was meandering. She had on what looked like Tibetan skiwear (today's beautiful, but chilly). As she passed she said, "Ahhhhhh  it's like having a drunken sailor for a boyfriend, this dog. Wanders around bumping into things, drooliing." We were bumping into things too, the three of us lolling along for a few minutes.