We went for a Sunday walk at our fave off-leash dog-friendly park, Fort Funston. We owed it to Beau after getting cooped up at home during the sequence of storms. We were also gone for most of the year-end holiday to visit our parents and spend time with family thousands of miles across the ocean.
Beau was in his full element. There was lots and lots of running and zooming. Sniffing such a variety of smells and markings. Up and down different canine butts. He was in such heaven he even forgot to lick his drool. (I have mastered the art and science of avoiding that thick wad of spit when it takes flight with the wind! I’ve been splattered enough times before.)
We had to contend with cliff views instead.