Dakota! Dakota is a pit/probably boxer mix. He was adopted from Family Dog Rescue, where his mom happens to volunteer. My notes say that he likes turning around in circles and is fascinated by doors, but hey, who doesn’t, and who isn’t?
I ran into Dakota and his mom today on the way to work. Now, it just so happens that I had run into Dakota before — twice, even! — and his mom gently reminded me of that fact, and I reminded myself that I had not, in fact, posted any pictures of Dakota. (Inexcusable!) She also asked me if I had gotten any good pictures, because she’d recently lost her phone and all the photos she’d had of him. So I had to run home after class and see what I had.
It turns out I didn’t post the first set of pictures because they all had serious problems with shadows. The first picture down below is an example of that, although it does at least display his adorable spotted nose to good effect. And it turns out I didn’t post any of the (very small) second set because I am a rude slacker. Especially since Dakota has such a great smile in several of them.
This is Dakota on May 27th. At that point he was supposedly 3 to 4 months.
And this is from August. I didn’t notice quite such a ridiculous underbite when I saw him today.
Some of the spectators at the surfing championships were just as entertaining to watch as the contestants, if not quite as active.
There was nothing that was not entertaining about this dog.
Bassets always have that long-suffering expression down pat.
That is the most hilariously-shaped head I think I have ever seen.
This is another of the surfing contestants I ran across at the competition, and also a first for my blog: Barb (8 years old) is a New Zealand huntaway, and I wasn’t sure I wasn’t being gently wound up until I went and had a look at wikipedia. Sure enough, it’s a real dog breed. And the first recognized dog breed from New Zealand. Neat!
C’mon, this is the first time I’ve used that pun in the hovertext in the entire time I’ve been running this blog. I’m not proud, but I think it had to be done.
Can you believe that Harry is only four months old in these pictures? He was a big boy, and still getting bigger. He was traveling down the coast last month with his mom, and stopped for a break in Point Reyes Station while I was there, and I was lucky enough to be able to say hello.
A four-month-old puppy on a long car trip? That’s got to be a remarkable puppy.
I am rarely outside at the right time of day to see this, since it’s on the wall of my workplace, early-to-mid-afternoon. But it’s quite a sight.
The building next door is a historic monument. The owners decided to build another building both behind and actually over it which is glass and steel, and which is what is casting these reflections.
The nice thing is, the enhancement also serves to make the brick building underneath much more earthquake-safe.
That’s the building — or, at least, the historic part — you can see reflected in the window.
Ran into this kitty outside of a house in Berkeley. Super-friendly!
Look at his neck. The circles! They look just like a fur collar.
I am late to so many things due to emergency animal photo sessions. I’d be more embarrassed, except I’m not embarrassed at all.
I thought it was really odd that I didn’t have any pictures of the awards ceremony of the dog surfing event, but I just sort of shrugged my shoulders and moved on. And then I discovered why: I took them with my iPhone, because I didn’t have a good wide-angle lens for the SLR. I have really got to get some better lenses somewhere along the line.
Anyway, this is the pup who won first place in the ‘large dogs’ category. She is amazing at sticking to that board. She disappears into a wave, and then the wave is past her and there she is, still standing on the board, looking nonchalant.
She actually looked a lot more comfortable on a surfboard than surrounded by adoring, extremely loud fans.
I’m not above taking advantage of staged photo ops. Especially when the dog doesn’t wholly endorse the concept.
Tidus just had a birthday recently, and so, because I never get tired of His Tidosity, here’s a picture I took of him a couple months ago while I was taking him for a walk. He had to stop to rest; luckily, there was a handy park bench.
Can’t get enough of that corgi grin.
I get all these white fluffy little dogs mixed up, and I didn’t even get her name. But the picture does have a backstory that I can remember: this gentleman has trained his pup to never cross the street without him picking her up. (AKA the ‘the street is lava!’ game.) This keeps her from ever being in danger of being run over, and instead exposes her to the indignities of me taking her picture while she’s being carried around like a football.
I don’t know who he is, but I like anyone who has this detailed a plan for keeping his dog safe.
This dog has very pokeable toes.
Layla (7 years old) has been commuting with her dad for a few months now. All in all, she seems pretty happy with the arrangement.
She licks everyone who comes within range.
Look at the way her tongue curls as she starts to yawn. Wonder if all dogs do that.