The Dogs of San Francisco

I ran into Gus (5) at a local burger joint I was eating at, sitting in the outdoor ‘parklet‘ (San Francisco closes down some of its parking spaces to provide outdoor seating or other conveniences for local businesses, which is awesome). I, of course, determined that I was absolutely required to sit next to Gus and his folks. I think they might have thought I was hitting on them at the start, not that I even noticed that while I was there since I was way too busy saying hello to Gus. Fortunately they didn’t hold onto that idea for long, and we had a nice long chat-and-dog-petting session while I waited a reeeeally long time for my food and they ate theirs.