It really was not part of the plan for the day, but we ended up adopting this young terrier. I normally post the pictures in chronological order, but in this case, I'll have to start at the end and offer the rest of the day as a flashback.
The name she had when the rescue folks took her on was Norma Jean. Now, I don't know about you, but that immediately makes me think of Marilyn Monroe. Either way, the name doesn't really fit, so we are scrambling to find a suitable name for our new girl. She's only three and a half months old, so it's early enough to make the change easily.
The actual PLAN for the day started at Point Loma Seafoods, absolutely the best place in San Diego for any kind of fresh seafood lunches. We had the crab sandwich on sourdough bread, butterfly shrimp, and perfectly sweetened fresh lemonade.
We then determined we would enjoy the glorious day and walk along Shelter Island. This is a shot of downtown San Diego, beyond the boats.
Yes, I finally got a decent shot at a pelican!
It was a perfect day. Happy couples were walking along, many with their beloved pooches. So, we smiled and admired all the dogs everyone else had. Dogs are so wonderful, and well, we missed our Whoopie so much that we kept bringing her up in conversation as we walked along.
That's La Playa in the background.
San Diegans love to play. They love their boats, their parks, their sports. . . their dogs.
And. . . they have a good sense of humor. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
We found these relatively tame pelicans near where the boats launch into the bay.
The sea lion acted like a HAPPY LITTLE DOG of the sea. It went up to some kids who threw it some food from this little boat.
The pelican on the left scrunched down into a bowling ball-like shape. Another one scratched the back of its head, almost LIKE A DOG.
Well, and I finally got the close-up shot! I had been trying for over a month to get this close. We were able to walk to about four feet away.
And where does one go after such a good lunch and a wonderful stroll? One of us--I won't admit to anything--suggested we visit the animal shelter. We drove up to the Humane Society. We visited but did not like the place. The dogs were locked up in overly fancy, hermetically sealed chambers. One bedroom per dog and each room larger than the bedroom in which I spent half of my childhood. After several security measures, an escort took us into a sealed room to visit one dog. But it has issues with its hind legs, and after taking care of geriatric dogs for so many years, we really wanted a young healthy dog. The surreal vibe of the place left us uncomfortable, so it was easy to walk away.
Where to next? Well, we tried the county animal shelter in our neighborhood, but it doesn't open on Sundays. The most we saw was this rabbit outside the gates.
We were so close to home, and then someone (not me) suggested we try ONE MORE PLACE. And so we drove a short ways to a pet store that just happened to be having a special adoption of rescued puppies. These puppies were rescued in Rosarito, Mexico and brought across by their foster parents, in the hopes of matching them with new owners. And well, you know what happened next. . . we brought the little girl home. Right now, she is happily wrestling with a stuffed toy rabbit.
I think this is going to work out just fine.
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