I ran into Bandit (9 months, male) while I was cat-sitting. Specifically, I was taking out the trash, and Bandit’s parents were breaking into an apartment in the same building.
I felt like I ought to get involved. So I told them I wouldn’t call the police if I could take some pictures of their dog. This worked out great for all concerned. Including Bandit, who likes petting as much as the next dog.
And yes all of that is literally true. I mean sure it was their apartment they were breaking into, but so what? I got dog pictures and Bandit got petting and that’s all that really matters. Oh and I guess they got back into their own apartment which might matter to them. And to Bandit, since he got to have lunch.
Turtle, also known as TurtleyAussie on her Instagram which is INEXPLICABLY PRIVATE HOW CAN THIS BE PERMITTED, was 9 weeks old when I took this picture. So young that she was waiting outside with her mom to get vaccinated for puppy rot and all of those other horrible things. I couldn’t even pet her because I had just finished petting roughly one point two million dogs. And thus I am very sorry about the quality of this picture but hopefully I will run into her again soon and in the mean time how could I possibly NOT post this picture?
Because I just had to post another couple of Frankie pictures, since she was such an amazingly sweet and pretty kitty. I swear, half an hour in a room with her and even the most devout of cat-haters would be a convert.
When I found out that today was Nymeria’s 8th birthday, I told her owner that I’d definitely have to post some pictures today in honor of her ridiculous floofiness and amazing gorgiousity! Isn’t she pretty?
Scout is four months old, and full of energy and a great desire to lick anyone or anything that gets in his way. Or gets anywhere near his way. Or doesn’t but looks like it might be thinking about getting near his way at some indefinable future date.
Bob is a six-month-old cockapoo, that most unfortunate of dog breed names, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And of course he doesn’t, because who would care about their breed name when they have such an awesome personal name as BOBBO THE DOGGO! (And no, he is not this Bobbo the Doggo, who is three years older and from Manchester, England.)