Day Off

San Francisco is Calling You

The View from Dog Park Mountain

A Shameless Expression of Joy

To all my loved ones back in the Midwest who are literally freezing right now, I offer the following, with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

Ocean Beach, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...

The art of squeeze box.

Just another day in paradise.

A Heffelfinger by any other name...

A little bit of love goes a long way.

Thank you, friends, for all of your soulful comments and for the loving vibes you put out into the universe about Pico.

You have friends in high places.

Against the odds, we found a new vet on New Years Eve, got an appointment the same day, and now Pico appears to be recovering nicely from what Dr. Perry Heffelfinger diagnosed as an intestinal bacterial infection from an unknown cause.

With an name like Perry Heffelfinger you pretty much have no choice but to enter the field of small animal care.

Despite my initial disappointment, upon arriving at Arguello Pet Hospital, of learning that Dr. Heffelfinger was not three inches tall and did not have a high, squeaky voice, I was quickly converted to a major fan by her smiling eyes and gentle bedside manner. This angel in a lab coat performed with integrity, inquisitiveness, compassion and, as you might predict, a sense of humor.

I am in wonder at how so often a mission embarked upon in love ends well.

So grateful am I that this wonderful vet has made our acquaintance, and so relieved am I that she saved my friend, that I hereby vow in earnest to never again, outside of this blog post, attempt to get a cheap laugh out of the name Perry Heffelfinger.

Thanks, Dr. H. This is for you.