san francisco, day seven. {part one.}

Dogs aren't supposed to fly. Let's just be clear. But this one? Well, she's a Dutch Shepherd, and I think she thought she was a Flying Dutchman. But I'll get to that in a moment.

DAY SEVEN. Friday, July 1.

My best friend, Amanda, who I've talked about on this blog before, drove up with her boyfriend all the way from San Diego to see me while I was in California. I KNOW, RIGHT?!

We spent a good part of the day together on Friday, just hanging out, {sleeping in!!}, talking, etc. We did manage to go to Chinatown, because, well, we needed to shop, Presh. 

And we also went to The Ferry Building. Because, well, we needed to shop, Presh. There are So! Many! Things! at the Ferry Building. It's divine!

But in the evening, her boyfriend Jonathan and his friend Camille and we all went out to dinner Sausalito. {YES IT WAS MY THIRD TIME THERE DON'T JUDGE ME}

First we stopped at Chrissy Field, which has the most spectacular little beach and gorgeous views of the Golden Gate Bridge.

After that, we hopped back in Camille's car and raced across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.

We took more photos, of course.

I cannot even handle the level of adorableness.

After photos, we went to dinner at Horizon's, which apparently has quite a reputation. The food was delicious! 

Once we finished eating, Camille suggested that we go back to his apartment in San Francisco to meet his dog, Roxy. I LOVE dogs, so I was all HELL YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. He suggested that we hang out there for a bit, have a drink, chat, etc.  He also suggested that we go up on the roof of his building because the view of the city was a good one from there. 

AND THEN he suggested that we take Roxy.

Oh, this post is already long enough. I think I'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow.

Just know this: Roxy does not, in fact, have wings.

Stay tuned!