Cleo’s our second birthday dog, turning three today, and I ran into her today, at a big St Patrick’s Day block party, where she was greeting all and sundry and just generally having a blast.


I have TWO birthday pups to post for St Patrick’s Day: must be a popular birthday for dogs! Gypsy is the first, and she’s an Honorary DoSF: I ran into her near Coos Bay, Oregon, but I’m not sure if she was from there or just passing through. And she turns five today! Everyone say happy birthday to Gypsy!


“Bodega Bay Dog of the Day” has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Sunny was only 14 weeks old when I grabbed a few pictures of him up in Bodega Bay. Unsurprisingly, he was mostly a blur or in some cases entirely absent from the picture (when he managed to get a tenth of a second ahead of me). But a couple of them came out.


I ran across some folks while I was out this morning checking out the Farmer’s Market and then heading to the St Patrick’s Day Parade. They seemed like Japanese tourists, although I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a tourist who visited with their cat, so maybe they were Japanese expats. Anyway, they had a gorgeous kitty with them, and despite the grumpy look, I think he was actually pretty happy to be out and about.
Man. I don’t think we appreciate the quality of our phone cameras nearly enough. If I’d tried to crop a picture I took with my film camera back 40 years ago down that small, there’s no way it would have been in focus and it wouldn’t have come out nearly that nice. And this took 5 seconds to take and 2 minutes to edit.



It’s nice to be back in sunny (no, really!) San Francisco. And here’s a welcome-back pup that I grabbed a picture of this morning, Balenciaga (I had to have his dad spell it for me, and I had no idea what it meant) the spottily gorgeous four year old Dalmatian!

Iris is another pup I ran into when I was visiting Reed College. She is 5, and a born troublemaker if I ever saw one.


I had a kind of a pretty view out the window of my Vancouver hotel room. The hotel was, well, let’s just say it had seen better days, but the price was right, the view was nice, and the location was great, so who am I to complain?
I have arrived home, about 50 minutes ago. Now it’s time for my scheduled two weeks of crushing depression and wishing that my entire life could be staying in posh hotels and hiking and seeing cute animals! Maybe I will live long enough to retire, and there will be enough country left for me to retire in. Here’s hoping!
