So far, Hoku has absolutely refused to walk on manhole covers, or any metal covering on the ground, which of course are all over the city. He will go out of his way to avoid stepping on it, even if it means pulling us into the path of an oncoming pedestrian at the very last minute. Eventually, we got pretty good at keeping an eye out for these and anticipating any sudden changes in direction.
On the same note, it’s been pretty interesting to see some of Hoku’s “city quirks” emerge that I otherwise never would have noticed in San Diego. Like when he screeched to a halt very abruptly at the bottom of an escalator at the Westfield (which by the way, is indoors and very dog friendly) and gave me a “there is no way I am getting on these stairs of death” look. And when he got tired and cranky from walking through swarms of people all day, he would single out random old Korean ladies to bark at. (There was some Korean convention going on at the Westin.) David found this hilarious, while naturally I was appalled and apologetic. Boys…