I refuse to call them… what everyone else calls them. It’s just too undignified. Then again, they aren’t exactly dignified dogs: Baker is 8 months old, and boy is he a handful. Sweet, though!
I totally had him pegged as a goldendoodle puppy.
Happy National Dog Day! I’ve got a few especially adorable pictures today, so if you’re coming from Facebook, please do click through!
I’d like you to meet Bacon, aka ‘Australian Bacon’. My notes, and his Instagram profile, say that he is a mini Aussie. They also say that he was 9 months old when I took these pictures. I’m going to tell you right now, this ‘mini Aussie’ is bigger that a lot of full-sized Aussies I’ve run across.
A beautiful pup, amazingly photogenic, and with such cute little boots!
I have another half dozen pictures of this yawn, but I’ll spare you them. They’re all just as cute as this one, though.
I don’t get shots like this one very often. I only wish the guy was facing me too.
Just the sweetest smile.
Mimi’s 3, and dainty as can be. And well-behaved. She totally could have gotten up onto that table. Did she? She did not.
PS: If I feel up to it, I have a really photogenic and drop-dead gorgeous pup to post tomorrow. No class on Fridays, so I might actually have the energy!
Do not feed your dog alcohol. No matter how hilarious it is.
This is Homer, AKA ‘Homie’, ‘Hammy’, and, eventually, ‘Ham Sandwich’. He’s a 6-year-old pit mix, and, well, kind of funny story. I was out and about on Polk Street and I ran across him while he and his owners were sitting at a sidewalk cafe. I started petting him and taking pictures. And while I was doing so, the people at the next table over started talking to Homer’s owners about him, and there was a lot of spirited discussion about non-dog-friendly workplaces and the like, and the upshot was that the people at the next table over were planning on taking Homer to work with them during the day for a few days.
I really do love this town sometimes.
It’s been a late night for me and I got nothing in the way of hovertext, so anyone who has an idea for what this dog is thinking, post it in a comment. The best one wins a prize of guaranteed puppy smooches from the next dog you pet. I promise!
Another unknown mix, but what a pretty one!
We each had time for only one: me, one picture, and her, one lick. I think I got the better end of both transactions.
Someone has had a long day. I can relate: I’ve had a long week-and-a-day, and it’s not getting any shorter! My brilliant idea of taking a night class in auto repair seems to be, er, backfiring.
-1 to humanity for this brutal ear-cropping job. +1 for all the people who were crowding around to adopt her.
Hope you had a casual Caturday!
Little white toes.
Well, we don’t see this very often these days: Dusty is a new breed for us, a Basset Fauve de Bretagne, or a ‘Fawn Brittany basset’. And if you think ‘they don’t look much like the other kind of basset hound!’ you’d be right. It’s hard to tell in this photo, but they actually are a little on the long-and-low side, and they’re very strong scent trackers, so they do share at least some family resemblance.
He’s got a bit of a nose-stripe, like a husky. But with huskies the stripe continues onto the fur. Funny to see it in a dog with single-color fur.
We have another famous pup here, Ruca, also known as #RucaTheCorgi on the Instamagrams. There are a total of three pictures of her on my site. If you want more cute pictures of her, or more-cute pictures of her, you’ll have to visit that Instagram page.
Just a touch of derp to go with a mile-wide grin.
Definitely some derping going on now.
It’s National Black Cat Appreciation Day, and so you get a bonus post! I love the little white tailtip.
They’re doing what cats do best: one is staring off into space, one is destroying something, and one is licking… uh… something. But I still love ’em. 🙂