Wrangling

On a recent trip to San Francisco I spent an afternoon with my friend and former dog wrangler, Wild Bill. Make no mistake: he is a wrangler, not a walker. Leading a pack of twenty or so dogs off-leash on Chrissy Field with three humans and an assortment of tennis balls is not for amateurs. I earned a stripe or two as his assistant, but mostly, he confirmed that my deepest respect for him and his craft.

As Bill likes to say, "Woo!" :)