Hitting the streets with city dog Silas led to hilly walks, scenic Bay views and even a wine country escape.
In a Victorian townhouse in Russian Hill, lives 12-year old mixed breed, Silas. A genetic test revealed he’s mostly Doberman and German Shepherd with a little Akita. While Silas looks pretty intimidating, he’s an extremely mellow and sweet dog.
Silas was rescued from a shelter in New York and lived in Pittsburgh and Seattle before his owners settled in San Francisco. His home is near famed Lombard Street, the most crooked street in the world. The area is a huge draw for tourists.
When we took Silas on walks in the neighborhood, he made his way nonchalantly through the crowds. Inevitably, people would notice him because of his handsome markings. After witnessing his gentle behavior, they would ask to pet him. He obliged, patiently waiting to get back to his business of sniffing everything in sight.
While Silas is extremely adaptable and chill, in his heart, he is an Alpha dog. When given the opportunity, he would often led the way on our many walks.
One of his favorite walks started down at Fisherman’s Wharf on the northern waterfront, one of the city’s busiest tourist areas.
Passing by Cannery Row, a popular shopping area, we’d stroll the promenade along the water near the Maritime Museum. From here, we’d take in gorgeous views of the Bay, Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. Nearby we’d watch the infamous sea lions sunbathing along the docks.
Afterwards, we’d making a slight uphill climb to enter a beautiful tree-lined path. This opened up onto the expansive Great Meadow Park at Fort Mason, filled with people relaxing, exercising and walking dogs. From here, we’d make our way up winding staircases, through hilltop parks and eventually reach home.
After each outing, Silas would hop up on his favorite spot at the end of the couch and take a big, long nap. This perch was his special place within the family home. It clearly brought him a sense of peace and security.
One day we took Silas on a day trip to Sonoma County. He could barely contain his excitement as we packed up the car. We piled in and Silas quickly left his designated space in the back and made his way up front. With his front paws balanced on the center console, he had a prime view of the road and our adventures ahead.
While a city dog at heart, Silas clearly enjoyed the country’s fresh air, wide open spaces and of course, the many different smells. Given Silas’ nomadic history, we’re guessing he’s content just about anywhere.