Thursday morning was the rainiest day yet. Bill has a membership to the De Young Museum, so I decided a rainy day was a good museum day. Leaving Max snug in the car, I went in and had an enjoyable two hours exploring the various collections.
The de Young has a fabulous collection of Inuit and Eskimo art as you first enter – from historic to contemporary; followed by a an eclectic gallery collection including an installation by Kiki Smith, glass by Lino Tagliapietra, Dale Chihuly, and Dan Daily, plus a host of other artists whose names were not familiar to me. In addition, they have an extensive collection of African and Oceanic art and artifacts, American paintings, textiles, and a current exhibition of landscape photography titled Developed and Undeveloped: Landscape Photography, through March 20th.
Knowing that Max was fine, I went to the museum café and had lunch looking out at the sculpture garden. My meatloaf sandwich and fries were, without doubt, the best food I’ve ever eaten in a museum café, rivaling anything I’d get at a café anywhere in the city. Did I take a photo? Oh no, I forgot… Served on a big soft bun, with lettuce, bacon, and cheese, and accompanied by a fistful of crispy shoestring fries, it was a work of art in itself.
Feeling a little guilty for leaving Max so long, I saved him a quarter of my sandwich. When I got to the car, he was glad to see me, and more than happy to accept my peace offering of nibbles of meatloaf and bacon (no bun).
Looking at a map of Golden gate Park, I located an off-leash dog park, and the car was already headed in the right direction. So, off we went in search… and search… and…
Finally, I spotted dogs frolicking off through the trees – but, how to get there? After missing the turn, I decided to exit the park at 43rd Street and backtrack to the 36th Street entrance to try again. Success! Found the road through the trees to the parking area – and there was the barking area!
There were at least 30 dogs running around – the whole field looked pretty muddy, and I wondered if I needed my head examined. Then I thought of how much Max loves to run, and how much he needs to run, and decided even if I had to take him back to Pawtrero it would be worth it.
I took his Chuckit (ball thrower) and let him out to run to the gate. Once inside, it was a free-for-all with my happy boy loping in big circles with a pack of about eight dogs in pursuit. When he was ready, we started playing ball, and soon he looked like he was wearing mud boots. He was – but they were literally mud!
When it was time to leave, we hosed off his feet, let him drink from the hose as a reward for the foot cleaning, dried him off as best as we could, and went off in search of hot chocolate…
When in San Francisco, where else but Ghirardelli Square? I easily found available metered parking spaces close to Ghirardelli (and should have realized WHY they were so available). Armed with quarters, I began feeding the meter. YIKES! Three dollars for an hour – FIVE MINUTES per quarter! Oh well, I was committed.
Ghirardelli wasn’t too crowded, and I was able to tie Max at the door and step inside to order a hot chocolate. While most people were fine with going past a politely sitting Max, one woman said, “Why don’t you put him over there? Not everyone likes dogs, you know.” If he was jumping on people I would agree, but he simply sat obediently waiting so – tough, lady!
My hot chocolate came was brought to me on the terrace, and Max and I sat and people-watched while I drank it.
Of course, this being you-know-where rain started sprinkling us when I was about halfway through my cup. I put the hood up on my rain slicker, Max was wearing his new Ruffwear all-weather vest, and we ARE from Maine so we know weather. I finished the chocolate, we headed back to the car and came home.
All in all, a good day.… And the bonus was getting reconnected through the internet!