ACCIDENTAL EXCITEMENT

Yesterday we FINALLY had some excitement. Like, real excitement. It happened by accident on the way to the beach when we had to take a detour because of some running thing. And because my human's a spaz (and had to pee) we accidentally ended up at some place called Fisherman's Wharf.  

Fish Wharf is like the opposite of Ernie because there aren't really any dogs there. Like, zero dogs. My human says it's because everyone who goes to Fish Wharf is either on vacation or taking a boat to Alcatraz (or both). All I know is it's suuuuuper easy it is to look cute when there's no other cuteness around.

Seriously. All I had to do was breathe and people would awww. And if I did something even kinda cute? Out came the Nikons and Canons and phones. No joke. I posed with dudes from Japan. Ladies from Brazil. A baby from Israel. And about a million little humans like this one from Los Angeles:

Whenever someone had a phone like Steve, Dutch would bust out his "signature maneuver" and start hogging the camera posing for pictures too. 

I can signature maneuver too!

My human wonders how many of these people are going to look at their vacation pictures later on and wonder why they have pictures of someone else's dogs. Of course she is just being stupid. We, or at least me, are *way* more rememberable than a stupid orange bridge or any of the other San Francisco stuff people on vacation take pictures of. 

Right?