Saturday I turned 1.  I’m not really sure what that means...but apparently it’s a big deal.

 

I got to spend my first birthday in San Francisco with Steve and Ganzo.  It was a lot of fun!  I love my Dad and all, but every once in a while I could use a little K9 friendship.  I really like hanging out with Ganzo.  He teaches me a lot...and although he’s often referred to as “Grumpy” or “Cranky” I always have a good time....even though he sometimes seems annoyed with me and gives me the occasional “keep your distance” growl.  But I think he secretly likes me...he just doesn’t want anyone to know it.

 

Dad and I caught an early flight today back to LA.  I have to say that I’m getting this flying down pretty well.  I usually get a lot of attention at the airport and TSA seems impressed with my knowledge of going through security.  The best part is when I get attention from the flight crew.  On this trip back, the nice ladies at the United Airlines desk made sure that Dad and I were the only two in our row of seats.  However, this didn’t pan out as well for me as I had hoped.  When we got into the row of seats, I took my place under Dad’s feet for a moment.  Then I decided to pop my head up.  I looked at Dad and then I looked over at the two empty seats next him.  Clearly there was enough room for me up there...but no such luck.  So back down I went.  An hour nap later we had landed and headed off to work.  I must admit that being a jet-setter is pretty exhausting!