Chloe is six months old, and, I am reliably informed, is a Taurus. You can see the lion in her eyes, can’t you?
Can’t you just imagine what this little girl looks like bounding through a field, disappearing into the tall grass and reappearing with each leap?
Oh god the bow.
Don’t know what this pup was but I’m pretty sure there was some hound in him.
We ran into several dogs on our hike. He was the friendliest.
When I was out in Phoenix with my brother, we went for a little hike. It was the wrong time of year for flowers, but I did manage to find just one flowering plant.
You don’t see markings like this every day.
A Macy’s kitty, since adopted. Someone got lucky: cute, very distinctive, very playful, and very friendly.
Nooshka’s name supposedly means ‘Busy Nose’ in Russian. Now, I studied Russian and I know that nose is, well, ‘noss’ or thereabouts. ‘Little Nose’ would be Noshka, which…
…eh, who cares. Nooshka the Busy Nose it is!
Busy nose indeed. Nooshka was sitting along the side of the main hallway in the Ferry Building, trying to snuffle everyone who walked by.
Look at those velvety-soft ears.
Of the canine friends I made shortly after I arrived in San Francisco, there’s only one left. On sunny days, sometimes I find him lying out sunbathing on my jog in to work. And on very rare cloudy and cool days, I find him out cloud-bathing, in his aviator jacket.
He’s lost a couple of canine buddies himself. But it constantly amazes me how many people drop by to say hi to him every day.
He makes the same ridiculous squeaky sounds for them that he does for me.
Spike is another pup I ran into on my trip to Phoenix. He was also visiting, in his case from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
He wasn’t a puppy but he had that puppy-head-tilt thing down pat.
He apparently got his name from his previously-EXTREMELY-spiky eyebrows.
I found a very silly puppy named Tilly (10 months) when I was in Arizona. She was looking a little bored while sitting outside at a cafe, so I was forced to go play with her before we went inside to order. And after we ordered but before we got our food. And after we ate and were leaving.
Tilly was fully capable of making her own fun.
However, she absolutely loves to play fetch.
However, she had her own very special version: she threw the ball, and I fetched it.
I didn’t mind. It was too cute.
On Christmas break, I visited my brother, and we took a day trip up from his home in Tempe, Arizona, to Sedona. It was pretty.
This kitty was backstage at the Macy’s adoption event on New Year’s Eve, just patiently waiting for someone to come and carry her away, and take good care of her.
Sometimes I feel a lot like her. Except I think she has a better chance of having it happen.
Yes, I can take care of myself. But it’d be nice, once in a while, to have someone to do it for me.
This kitty was already among the lucky ones.
Someone was coming by to pick her up about an hour after I left.