Since we almost never wind up at the beach area (and oddly, most beaches here do not allow dogs) mom thought we might as well go - there is the Third Street Promenade which is a walking outdoor mall (yes we have a LOT of those in LA) that's just 3 blocks from the ocean. Let's go!
We walked around and of course I got a LOT of attention - we even ran into a few other Airedale People which is always cool... they chat with mom about the fun and challenges of having Airedales (wait... there are challenges???) and rub my head and butt. Me likey.
Then we went down and walked along the Pacific Coast Highway for a bit - again, avoiding the beach lest we be ticketed for the evil of walking a perfectly civilized dog (I write my own blog, for goodness' sake) on the sand.
Some of those so-called Hollywood-party-girl-starlets could learn a thing-or-two from the way I roll... after a long, hard day of partying I just call my chauffeur (ahem, mom) and have her drive me home. This way no matter if I've eaten or drank too much, who I've sniffed, or what I've rolled in (don't ask), the paparazzi never catch me and I get to sleep in the back seat all the way home. Ah....