Marly made a friend. He was rather spastic, I might add. |
Fort Funston is a wonderful place. It has (usually) clear
beautiful views of the city and the tidy gridded streets of the Sunset
District with Sutro tower and the Golden Gate Bridge peaking out from
being the hills. Dogs run all around on a trail that leads down to the
beach, where they frolic near the water. Most times we hike the loop. We
take the paved trail down to the beach, saying hello to all the dogs
and humans along the way. Marly runs ahead of me and looks back every so
often to make sure I'm doing okay. Once on the beach, we walk and run
along near the water, letting the waves chase our feet. Marly doesn't
like ocean much. I don't blame him. Who wants rushing water coming at
you when you are that tall? But we do have a game we like to play. We
run into the tide being sucked out, then sprint back up to dry land when
the waves come rushing back for us, squealing the entire time (okay,
I'm the only one squealing). He loves it. When I take a break and sit
down in the sand, I sometimes catch little Mar boy playing it by
himself. Cracks me up every time. We walk south until we hit the dreaded
log staircase that takes us back up to the parking lot. I hate this
staircase with a burning passion. It is at awkward intervals for my
short legs (I'm only 5'1") and it couldn't be any longer. The experience is way worth the pain of those stupid stairs though :)
This dog looks a lot like my sister's dog Phoebe! She also has similar
markings as Marly (like Phoebe). This dog is 10-months-old and named
Suri :)
Hope you guys are having fun beating the heat! I'll be off kayaking with my dad today for father's day :) Let's hope we don't tip over...
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