today, shaun the dog™ turns five years old. and eight weeks after he was born, i drove with my sister and a boy with whom i just started becoming smitten to a perilous environment called the ozarks. it was there, at the end of a long gravel driveway marked by a mailbox with a pinwheel (no address numbers for this rural part of the world) where we picked up a wee pup of a mere 7 lbs.
i’m pretty sure he was (and still is) the cutest pup ever. and i’m not biased at all.
one of the things i’m enjoying most about san francisco is the possibility that anything can happen at any given time. this weekend was about seeing a man wearing a “banana hammock” walking through dolores park, seeing the boyfinally feel the effects from alcohol (albeit minimal and short lived), watching six firetrucks rush to the scene where someone was BBQing inside their apartment and then this:
big hugs to zach who came to town and shared big laughs with us.