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Chaopi is nearly sixteen years old! And is awesome. I’ve run into him a few times, including a couple of days ago, and he’s still having a blast.
A double doodle for your daily delectation! Apparently that’s what you get when you breed a Labradoodle and a goldendoodle. Who knew? What you also get, in this case, is a 4.5 month old totally pooped puppy who is rather … Continue reading
A puli! Our first white one. Bailey is 4, and happy as anything and doesn’t have nearly as long dreads as some pulik (the plural) do, which is handy because it means she can see and isn’t quite as hard … Continue reading
Autumn and I ran into Leilani again on our way home from dinner one night. She’s the store cat at the dog-grooming parlor near our house, the Groom Room. We’ve posted a few pictures of her before but this time … Continue reading
Hairless dogs always get a pass from me as far as clothes are concerned. I mean, it can get cold out there! And Harry (4 years old) was really rocking this sweater. Also, on a personal note, as I get … Continue reading
A welcome home puppy for Autumn, who has been out of town for most of the last month and a half. I hope she runs into Roxie, because she deserves some puppy-licks.
Lottie the lovely! My notes say she’s a corgi mix but she looks like a long-haired dachshund to me. Sometimes some lovely pictures of an absolutely gorgeous dog sit around in my queue for a long time because I can’t come … Continue reading
Cody is all grown up now, and he likes to perch on top of the washing machines in the laundromat and wag at people as they walk by. He figured out how to get up there all by himself. It is … Continue reading
Oberon (Obee to his friends, which I’m not one of… quite yet) was totally adorable in his cone of shame the first time I saw him, and his mom didn’t want me taking pictures of him in such an embarrassing … Continue reading
So very confusing. These two are apparently the same two I ran into back when one of them was just a puppy, in a local pub. And when I was there, I very conscientiously wrote down the following note: “Athena … Continue reading