Why Can't I Live at Ft. Funston?

Tikka's Tree...click on these images to enlarge and get a better view...

Tikka is also the epitome of LOVE!

Tikka IS not only MY ONE, but THE one...she won't let you forget it....
Seriously, why can't I live at Ft. Funston? I don't need much in terms of shelter...just some heat and take out food pamphlets that deliver...oh, and hot and cold water, shower. But not much else. I've been wanting to simplify my life for years and have done a good job of clutter clearing...but, every time I go to Ft. Funston...well...the sight of hundreds of dogs running with wide grins can't help but bring up feelings of happiness. I want to be here all the time! (instead, I live in the beautiful marina where drunk yuppies rule the weekends; pee in my patio, leave beer bottles on my stairs, smash my beautiful statue of Quan Yin (I'm still unable to talk about that) and, as of late, numerous drunk couples have decided to have their dramatic fights right in front of my house "But Kristine! Please, listen, wait, uh uh!!!")

I would think even if you are not a dog lover, you couldn't help but feel that positive energy a large collection of dogs, free of the leash and concrete of the city, can evoke. Even in the cold and rain, we had a great time at the beach this weekend celebrating Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday (thank you, MLK, for the much need holiday!).