The Dogs of San Francisco

No, Nash isn’t luscious. Well, I guess that depends on your individual interpretation of the term. He’s an awfully cuddly happy dog, and he sure is cute. But he’s also the unofficial official workplace dog and mascot of the place I take my car, Luscious Garage.(If you don’t want to read an unsolicited testimonial, feel free to skip my next paragraph. And no, I didn’t get a discount for plugging them… I just think they’re great!)

It’s an awesome place, and I highly recommend them. They mostly service hybrids (and in fact service San Francisco’s fleet of hybrid taxicabs during the night hours) but are willing to take work on other cars (like my Acura Integra) as well, and they’re very good at what they do. They’re also very, very environmentally conscious, to such an extent that they don’t use paper documents at all: everything is emailed to you, and when you need to sign something, you sign a whiteboard and they take a picture of your signature. Pretty cool. Plus, they’re a woman-owned business (pretty unusual for a garage) and they’re quite accommodating of emergencies and special requests.

And they have a garage dog! (Or, at least, the bookkeeper has a dog she brings in when she’s there.) How could you get more awesome than that? Nobody’s sure what Nash is, but to my eye he looks part Catahoula, or maybe even ‘mostly Catahoula.’ He sure is 100% cuddly.

This is him inside. Look at the happy face!

The wall on the left is part of the grassy-mural-thing on Luscious Garage's new location. Quite pretty.

I think this is his determined expression. In this case, he was determined to get me to scratch his back, whether I was busy with a camera or not.

That's the happy face again. Nash is just a ray of sunshine.

Goofy. Also, cute socks!