This is me doing my impression of a hard-ass gangsta. It could also be my impression of a FOB in front of a touristy spot. I can’t decide. Anyway, this is my ‘hood. I pee on this landmark twice a day just to make sure every dog in the neighborhood knows that I own it. Yeah, that’s right. It’s mine.
The Bay Bridge is inaccessible to me so I have not yet peed on it. Bummer. Alas, it goes unclaimed. Meanwhile, I’m giving my happy fresh Presidential Candidate smile in front of it. What do you think? “Maka Koa for President” has a nice ring to it. I’d give a “thumbs up” too but I don’t have any. Double bummer.
Fort Funston has to be one of the coolest places I’ve ever been to and I don’t even like water! Luckily, there’s plenty of sand to run around on and the tide is so low that the water only gets my feet wet. Besides, where else can I admire my handsome self in the world’s largest mirror?
Who needs a sea lion statue when you can get such a good-looking pup instead? I mean, Lou Seal is alright but wouldn’t you rather see a statue of me at every game? C’mon, I could replace this guy any day.
The Girl took me on a long evening walk the other day. We went out to the end of Pier 32 to check out the view and I was getting a little nervous having so much water surrounding me. Did I mention how much I hate water?!
This is the harbor that I walk by twice a day. Bossman wants to take me on a ride on one of these floaty things someday. I think he’s crazy. Why would anyone want to be surrounded by so much water??!! The Girl had better get me a life jacket and maybe some of those arm floaties too.
Today is opening day at the stadium across the way. That means lots of dodging of legs in the afternoons again. Maybe someone will drop a hot dog or two in my direction.
By the way, this is me with Willie Mays, Jr…just in case you didn’t recognize him or the statue.
This is a side view of me in front of the backside of AT&T Park. Got it?!
I loved Irvine but these views really can’t be beat.
This is the park that I’ve been hanging out at with my new pals Murphy, Kylee, and Chloe. Everyone else is a punk and makes me “aggressive”. I just call it “protecting the pack”.