Bailey knows he would. (Participating in the California real estate market may entail writing a letter to the seller detailing why you want to buy the property, along with a photo of yourself, ideally with a dog. Alas, Bailey's powers of cuteness have their limitations: we lost to a competing bid at least $60-$70K over asking price, all cash, with a 7-day contingency.)
Crissy Field, one of the many dog-friendly beaches in San Francisco:
Bailey walks the bulkhead:
Bailey managed to drink a lot of seawater while not getting wet at all. He proved pretty adept at avoiding all incoming waves. Later, he proceeded to vomit up all his breakfast along with all the seawater. In the car.
Tilly, however, enjoyed getting thoroughly soaked:
Bailey finds a doppelganger:
Bailey thinks he wants some sangria:
We departed to watch fireworks from another location. Unfortunately we discovered that Bailey's habit of barking and howling when we leave creates a vicious cycle when another dog joins in. See the progression from whining, to barking, to all-out head-pointed-at-the-sky-in-despair howling:
The husband's workplace allows dog friends. This lucky guy gets to go to work for 2 days in a row. (Finally after a few trial days at the office, Bailey is behaving in an office situation. The first time was full of constant barking and escape attempts. It's gotten much better.)
On the road. We made one stop at a nearby park. Bailey wasn't in a hurry to get back into the trailer. We wonder if he didn't like the bumpiness of the ride. We didn't have time to go anywhere super fun this time. We'll see how he likes the trailer after we take him to a dog park.