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Alas, I am bringing you the final installment of our proposal.

*Cue dramatic music*

After Mokka came into our lives, our weekends were filled with walks in the park. Our favorite off leash dog park is Fort Funston, a stretch of the coastline that lies between San Francisco and Daly City, boasting gorgeous views of the ocean. We call it Mokka’s heaven, because he can run freely and sniff as many dogs’ behinds as he wants.

We treasure the time spent at Fort Funston and always told each other that we’d never trade it for the world.

One particular Saturday morning, when yours truly was not in any particular mood to dress up for the dog park, we headed to Fort Funston. Without showering, I threw on a hoodie with jeans and my nerdy glasses and headed for the park—yes oily hair and all.

Mokka was having the time of his life, as usual, running and sniffing other dogs’ butts. I was not in the most joyous of moods that morning (it was just one of those days…). We were strolling along until Mr. French Toast yelped. He claimed that he twisted his ankle and needed to take a seat on the bench. So we took a seat on the bench while I tried to massage his ankle.

After a few minutes, I asked Mr. French Toast if his ankle was OK, and he said it was fine. Then I said, “Since it’s fine, lets go.” But he suggested that we just sit and rest for a bit. Then his phone buzzed to indicate he got a text message and he got all antsy and fidgety. “Huh? What was going on?” I thought to myself.

And if on cue, Mr. French Toast cleared his throat and started to say something along the lines of… “So. we’ve been together for 7 years…” All of a sudden, a thousand thoughts race across my mind.

“OMG-IS-HE-GOING-TO-PROPOSE?”
“IS THAT WHY HIS PHONE WAS BUZZING?”
“WAIT, NOW??!”
“BUT MY NAILS…MY NAILS ARE SO GROSS!”
“NO!!! I AM NOT PREPARED!!!”

And now I’ll let the photos do the talking…

Mr. French Toast stood up and reached in his pocket. Here I am tugging at him NOT to propose. “Nooo, nooo, nooooo!!!” I am extremely embarrassed to admit this, but the reason I was so reluctant was because my nails were not pretty! (Turns head away in a vain shame).

Completely forgetting everything that he had rehearsed, Mr. French Toast managed to get on his knees and meek out, “Will you marry me?”

“Are you serious?? Oh my god… yes,” I said with slight tears in my eyes.

Hugs. Kisses. More hugging. More kissing.

And this is where it gets interesting. It turns out that Mr. French Toast and I were not the only ones who were happy. Pay special attention to Mokka, who doesn’t miss an opportunity to hump us whenever he has a chance. No wonder Mr. French Toast forgot all his lines…he had a dog humping his leg the entire time.

There you have it. Our simple proposal story. Do I sometimes I still wish I had that fantasy proposal? Yes, but then again, life is always unexpected. I always thought I’d cry, but nope. Just a slight tear, but no drops. But you know what? It doesn’t matter anymore. Because at the end of the day, when we look back at these photos, I will only remember those moments he said the four words to me, and we only laugh when we see what Mokka was up to.

Did you have an unexpected activity occur during the proposal?

*All photos taken by our good friends, Diana & Travis whom hid out behind the bushes and almost got peed on by other dogs in the park