Puppy Race in Hilly San Francisco

was in San Fran or some hilly city with cousin Tim, Laurie, Neill, Bella, and Nikki. It was wet outside, maybe a little misty. It was our last day here so we went to the bodega to get beers for our long ride to our next destination. We got a bunch then left and on the street was this puppy race. It was an event promoting the adoptions of these puppies. We watched for a bit and it was really cute. One lady, who seemed like the organizer, ran by us and handed me the leash to this one lil hotdog puppy who was pretty slow and near the end of the pack because she had to go run up to the front to see how wins. So I took the leash and ran up this big city street hill, or at least as fast as the puppy would go. When I looked down again the leash was connected to another leash that had an aardvark attached to it. They were running together and it was really cute. Again, not quickly. But we kept going up the hill to the finish line. It was evening and getting a little darker. Nikki met us at the top, which apparently was NOT the finish line, and all we saw were some people eating outside at cafes and walking, had no idea where the race actually ended. So we all went down the next hill, thur this little park area, across a busy street, and to the walking/bike path. Still didn't know where we were going and I was carrying both the puppy and aardvark now cause their tiny legs were tired and slow and I had to get them back asap. The aardvark licked my finger a little. IT felt like I was holding a human baby, soft human skin, but with big bone carapace under neath. And its nose was like a long straw that felt a little cold and a little wet, but I don't think it was either. Woke up