I didn’t get the story of how Mollie (4) happened to be named after a grocery store, but I’m sure it’s worth telling. I just know that we sure don’t run into a lot of bearded collies around here.
I guess they must be pretty hard to keep groomed.
Nova is only four months old, floopy ears and all. She’s gonna be hugemongous!
Those ears. I wonder if they’ll stand up?
Nobody could pass that pup without a pet!
She is going to be a belly rub addict at this rate.
Marbles (6) has a ridiculously goof-a-riffic instagram page, full of funny faces and happy times. You should go visit her!
Huskies always look a little stoned. (Unless they’re upset. And they’re usually not upset.)
That gaze. Goofily boring into my soul.
Look at that expression. This dog is clearly alert. Which is a good thing, because the world needs more lerts.
Not sure what else she is, but definitely some papillon. Those ears!
One of Autumn’s pet-sitting charges. Seems very… relaxed.
Certainly relaxed, isn’t she?
I have been remiss in my dogly duties! That’s because my cold came back and I swear I have slept roughly two thirds of the last week. I’m still not out of the woods yet… I was feeling optimistic earlier today but…
Meh. You don’t want to hear about my cold. I certainly don’t. What you want to do is see Tito, 9, who got awfully chilly on the day that I ran into him.
Snug as a bug in a rug, as my mom used to say.
Easy to see why they call him Bandit. But that’s not the only reason. He’s 7, but he still acts like a rambunctious little puppy.
The googles do nothing! Except make Bandit even more adorable.
Clearly vicious, right?
A friendly kitty from the SPCA.
Someone was a street kitty for a while, I bet.
Autumn’s pups got to play in the snow, shortly after I left Indiana.
They certainly do like it…