In June 2005, after my human Al left for Sri Lanka, we sold our house on Maple Street in San Diego. Following that traumatic incidence, Robert, Khali and I began a rather nomadic existence. Seemed that we were always moving around. Thank god for that Jeep Grand Cherokee! We first were provided accommodation in the mountains of Idyllwild, at our good friend Sandy's house. Later we were offered a wonderful condo in Mission Beach owned by Ms. Evelyn and her husband Tom. Evelyn was a wonderful lady that Robert gave massage too, on a weekly basis. She and Ms. Sandy were VIPs of our San Diego life.
Now, both of these extraordinary locations held great appeal, though for vastly different reasons. Honestly, it is hard for a simple, African Village Dog to determine whether walking on the beach or walking quiet mountain lanes is more preferable, so I will just say I really enjoyed both experiences.
During one very special morning outing in Mission Beach, Robert and I were walking the sidewalk adjacent to the bay and park, when we over heard a group of folks, sitting in the grass, remarking about my appearance. The defining comment was, "Now that is a fine looking dog"! I personally considered that to be yet another testament to the skill of Ms. Yuko in North Park and not a declaration of great beauty on my part. I am a rather humble guy. Robert on the other hand called everyone he knew to replay that little scenario.
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