Sandpaw - tags, the people at a party in venice called me, an eye opening party. I left in several kinds of relief, not understanding. They liked the dog, of course.
Sandpaw - the guys at the Venice fire station called me, they clearly liked Sandpaw, and it was mother's day, so there was a huge spread of goodies.
This was back when we inhabited an old Eagles Lodge and the back yardage was not secure. We had enough trouble paying for the door stuff.
Sandpaw show up in the first place, brought by my gallery partner's boyfriend, found on the defunct railroad tracks.
Oh, and the time with a call from the surf shop near the merry go round on the sm pier.
Sandpaw was a roamer puppy, thus being on the railroad tracks.
We lost him one last time. I hope those people loved him.
This was early seventies - were chips there then?