Ran into these two out at Ocean Beach. Don’t see a lot of Dober-men (and Dober-women?) around San Francisco, but they’re a lot of fun when I do run into them.
Quince (male, 5) is on the left. That puts Penne (female, 7) on the right.
They weren’t terribly happy to be on leash. I think they wanted to do some running.
They were definitely enjoying the beach, though.
Penne was quite gregarious.
Someone just wants a little love.
The patented puppy head tilt.
Ran into this pup down on Polk Street, but if I remember right (I’m doing this from memory, not from notes), he and his mom were actually visiting from Florida. And mom was a vet, so you know he’s well-treated. He’s barely more than a puppy, about 1.5 years old.
German shepherd and border collie. I bet he’s smart as a whip. And fast.
He did a fair bit of clowning around at the table too.
I ran into this kitty while I was wandering around not far from the SF Zoo.
This is actually a friendly, or at least non-hostile, face. It says, ‘I am confident enough that you’re not a threat that I am willing to close my eyes.’
Someone was looking all innocent and then ambushing passers-by.
Someone got tied to a pipe! The SF health code in such a harsh mistress.
Fortunately, there was a street fair nearby, so this fella got attention from dozens of people.
He got all up in my bidness.
No, that’s not an instruction, it’s a name. Meet Poof, who turned four years old on St. Patrick’s Day.
Poof was tearing around at high speed, and it wasn’t very bright outside, so mom scooped her up so she wouldn’t just be a blur.
I’m not sure what the paw holding was really about, but Poof sure seemed to like it.
They really do look like teddy bears.
Quick post from the road today. Spent the evening at a nice concert, at the home of Tillie the dog. She still has good taste in music… here she is appreciating it from the front row.
And here she is hanging out during intermission.
Doesn’t she have great eyebrows?
No matter how many pictures I took of Pepsi’s tail, it would never match the grandeur of seeing it in person. It is amazing, and even moreso because this is a breed which isn’t even supposed to have a tail.
Not only a giant poofly tail, but the fur is SO SOFT.
See? Look at that tail. (Yes, he did bark a lot. But he didn’t mean anything by it. He just had a lot to say.)
That’s not a bark, that’s just a happy face.
Now that’s a happy face.
Mom said she thought Watson was a golden/border collie… if she’s right, then this dog is probably both smart enough to run down to the office supplies place to pick up an ink cartridge for your printer so you can print out your taxes, and adoring enough that he won’t even judge you for waiting until the last minute to do them.
I think it’s a good guess, but I also put in a vote for ‘golden/Sheltie’, because of the fawn sable coloration of some of the fur (brown fur with dark tips), and because, although it’s hard to tell in these pictures, he’s smaller than a border collie, let alone a golden retriever.
In other news: I paid a visit to Tidus over the weekend. The poor pup! He’s recovering, and doing as well as could be expected for someone who just had major back surgery (and who is almost half shaved!) And I am assured that he is getting plenty of hugs, and lots of rest, and lots of un-fun but necessary physical therapy, and should be up and walking just fine again in the next couple of months. A much better outcome than it could have been, if he had had a less observant family.
You can just tell someone is a total goofball.
And there’s the goofy happy golden retriever expression.
Ridiculously photogenic dog.
Jake (5) is the store dog for a UPS store down on Chestnut Street, in the Marina district of San Francisco. He will help you with your packages (especially if they contain food), and is always very snappily dressed.
I’m always a little leery around chihuahuas, but Jake and the one I just dogsat (pictures soon) are slowly winning me over.
See the tail blur? Even when the rest of him was still (rare), his tail was wagging enthusiastically.