That might be so, but thankfully there's more to San Diego. This year marks the fifth anniversary of Papa-Mummy's marriage. To celebrate, we went down to San Diego for the weekend.

The way it was raining on the way in, it was beginning to look like deja vu all over again. Thankfully, the rains had relented by the time we got there, and the next day was nice.

Mummy had this thing for visiting the border of the USA. So come morning we drove down to the US-Mexico border. To me it looked like Tully Road with even more cars, but Mummy was happy.

San Diego is among the older towns this side of the continent, and the Old Town is maintained in the vintage way. Cowboy country in the middle of the city.

After a lazy first day, on Sunday - the day of the anniversary - we went to the Sea World. Man, I had never imagined Shamu was this big, nor how he managed those somersaults that I have been trying so long to execute! And with that goofy grin of his, he and his friends were immediate hits.

But the dolphins were even better. Playfulness - now isn't that among the best uses of mammalian intelligence?

Mascots tend to be really eager for celeb fanshots with me, and sometimes when Papa-Mummy are in a good mood, they tend to give in to those requests. So here's the obligatory photo-op.

We drove back the next morning, but not before visiting this beach near the La Jolla Cove. I again surprised Papa-Mummy by yelling "Birdie!" (the first time I had uttered that word) as soon as I was set down and chasing the seagulls.

A nice trip, and Papa-Mummy were quite relieved that I didn't puke any more.