Ella spent the first year of her life living in San Francisco, and during the two years we’ve been gone, I forgot just how doggone pet-friendly the city is. And Lawd if we didn’t take advantage of that during our grand return.
We went back and forth on whether to take Ella on this trip–mainly because it’s so expensive to fly with a pet: on Frontier, it was $125 for the leg SVV flew that we booked through a third-party site; $75 for the flight back that we booked directly via their website–but in the end, we couldn’t bear to leave her at home. ($200 is worth every penny for your pet’s happiness—and yours—wouldn’t you say?) And we’re so glad we took her with us; not only was she a champ in flight (she loved the plane and didn’t even need a doggie Benadryl) but she pranced around the city like she owned that town.
Of course, the biggest reason I’m glad we took her is that she was able to reconnect with her old friend Dianne, THE best dog trainer in San Francisco (of anywhere in my opinion), and Dianne’s bearded collies Royal and Truman.
When I told Dianne we were coming to town, she suggested we take the kids up to Corona Heights, which worked perfectly for us as we were staying in the most adorable Airbnb rental on Page Street in the Haight, and it was a quick drive (or a very steep walk if you’re up for the challenge).
Corona Heights towers high above the city where it’s nice and quiet and the views are unbeatable. It’s hard to believe there’s a spot this wild and beautiful smack in the middle of a major metropolis.
The pups were free to roam around off leash, while taking in the views and making friends with other beauty-seekers.
Ella and Roy rekindled their relationship and picked up right where they left off; he was her first boyfriend as they were born just weeks apart in 2010 and went through 16 weeks of puppy training together.
Roy is pretty well known within the San Francisco dog community; after all, he has his own e-book “Roy & Hydrants” out (download it for free here), a series of himself posing atop fire hydrants all over the city.
So famous that other hikers wanted their picture made with him.
It really was the perfect San Francisco day.
Ella didn’t think it sucked either.
While I don’t regret leaving San Francisco as a permanent home, there are definitely aspects I miss like the city’s dog-friendly attitude. There are very few places where you can’t take dogs, versus in Tennessee where they shoot us looks like we just escaped the insane asylum when we go trotting into Lowe’s with Ella in tow.
And again, if you’re looking for an ace dog trainer in San Francisco, look no further than Dianne at DOGMASF. I guarantee you, she will not let you down (and if you’re lucky, you might even land a friendship out of the whole deal like we did!).