Of the canine friends I made shortly after I arrived in San Francisco, there’s only one left. On sunny days, sometimes I find him lying out sunbathing on my jog in to work. And on very rare cloudy and cool days, I find him out cloud-bathing, in his aviator jacket.
He’s lost a couple of canine buddies himself. But it constantly amazes me how many people drop by to say hi to him every day.
He makes the same ridiculous squeaky sounds for them that he does for me.