Baby's First Folsom
Strapped up in her pink harness and polkadot leash, someone had their very first Folsom Street Fair yesterday. Response to her = *squuuueeeeeeeeeee* Her response = Helloooooo, I think yooooou should rub my belly.
I'm that annoying girl who brings her dog out to events. Unfortunately, being based 70 miles south leaving her at home isn't always an option and I'm not always entirely comfortable leaving her (or asking if I can leave her) at people's homes in the City to cavort around. Luckily, Ling Ling isn't that stereotypical annoying, nippy, yippy dog that people want to shove down a garbage disposal, or into a mircowave.
I think.
I hope.
But, every now and again I second guess that. Yesterday, I had one person who perpetually felt the need to channel advice from the Dog Whisperer - literally saying, "Have you seen the Dog Whisperer - he's amazing. He'd say....x, y, z. You should be doing this, that and the other." This was not in a general "I have a dog, you have a dog" conversational manner - but in a "you should be doing these things with that creature, right now!"manner. I could understand that if my dog was unruly in some way or perpetually irritating people. By that, I mean jumping, licking or knocking people over or stealing food off the tables or barking incessantly or biting -- not just irritating in the way that a person is irritated by the presence of anyone carrying a purse dog. But my dog really just hangs out - it's not uncommon for people to speak with me for some time while not realizing I'm carrying a live animal. This person seemed particularly perturbed that I was hesitant to put Ling Ling down.
Four pound dog. People who'd been drinking in the sun all day. People wearing, in many cases, giant boots or spikey heels. Holding her didn't seem unreasonable.
Stilleto + Ling Ling = kabob.
Overall, much fun was had - especially considering I didn't think I was going to be able to go at all and not arriving in SF until 5. Saw lots of people. Had cocktails. Despite arriving late, was not deprived of seeing a fair number of penises. Met friends of friend's. Good times!
Meh. But now I have a bit of dog paranoia. =p
If you're curious about whether or not LL ever uses her legs, here are a few photos from last weekend's camping adventure:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941138839/in/set-72157622301335695/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941131509/in/set-72157622301335695/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941914342/in/set-72157622301335695/
I'm that annoying girl who brings her dog out to events. Unfortunately, being based 70 miles south leaving her at home isn't always an option and I'm not always entirely comfortable leaving her (or asking if I can leave her) at people's homes in the City to cavort around. Luckily, Ling Ling isn't that stereotypical annoying, nippy, yippy dog that people want to shove down a garbage disposal, or into a mircowave.
I think.
I hope.
But, every now and again I second guess that. Yesterday, I had one person who perpetually felt the need to channel advice from the Dog Whisperer - literally saying, "Have you seen the Dog Whisperer - he's amazing. He'd say....x, y, z. You should be doing this, that and the other." This was not in a general "I have a dog, you have a dog" conversational manner - but in a "you should be doing these things with that creature, right now!"manner. I could understand that if my dog was unruly in some way or perpetually irritating people. By that, I mean jumping, licking or knocking people over or stealing food off the tables or barking incessantly or biting -- not just irritating in the way that a person is irritated by the presence of anyone carrying a purse dog. But my dog really just hangs out - it's not uncommon for people to speak with me for some time while not realizing I'm carrying a live animal. This person seemed particularly perturbed that I was hesitant to put Ling Ling down.
Four pound dog. People who'd been drinking in the sun all day. People wearing, in many cases, giant boots or spikey heels. Holding her didn't seem unreasonable.
Stilleto + Ling Ling = kabob.
Overall, much fun was had - especially considering I didn't think I was going to be able to go at all and not arriving in SF until 5. Saw lots of people. Had cocktails. Despite arriving late, was not deprived of seeing a fair number of penises. Met friends of friend's. Good times!
Meh. But now I have a bit of dog paranoia. =p
If you're curious about whether or not LL ever uses her legs, here are a few photos from last weekend's camping adventure:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941138839/in/set-72157622301335695/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941131509/in/set-72157622301335695/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaimarie/3941914342/in/set-72157622301335695/