Thankfully, pho lives indoors

The thick fog that descended on Alamo square tonight seemed like a good indicator that our trip far far away was coming at a pretty good time. I sort of liked the idea of a misty kiss farewell--one for the road as we escape, for a bit, to a sunnier part of the world.

Google weather wasted no time adding a dose of reality.

Dogpatch dogs

My coworkers and I have many times walked past these absurdly fluffy dogs passing their day on 3rd street. The first time I got a glimpse of the mechanism behind this fluffiness, however, was during Allegra's brief introduction to the dogpatch neighborhood.

Man blow-drying dog #1.



Allegra inspecting dog #2 post-blow-dry.



And for the record:

Dogpatch was named for the stray dogs that used to hunt for food among the meatpacking factories, which have since been converted into live-work lofts. (source)

Ah.