Join me in welcoming Pato (probably around 8) to the city! Pato’s mom was living in Colombia for a while, and adopted Pato while she was there, and just moved back to San Francisco about four weeks ago. Pato has settled in like he was born to be a San Franciscan.
I ran across Nola (a girl) just as her mom was getting into an uber, so I didn’t get a chance to ask many questions. Fortunately I got the important bit: she likes her bag, and she loves everybody.
I am totally down for this: keep the kids locked up and let the dogs run free!
I ran across Olive (6) when I was on my way home from Milwaukee, in Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. But it turned out, when I chatted with her folks, that Olive was actually an official Dog of San Francisco: she’s lived here most of her life, and she was just on vacation, just like me!
By the way, I don’t mention this often enough, but if you’re visiting here looking for pictures of your pup, and I haven’t posted them yet, please feel free to leave a comment reminding me. I will treat your pup as a priority!
I have just discovered that not only did I take pictures of Jeviz, who is now 12 years old, almost exactly a year apart (August 30th, 2025, which were posted shortly thereafter, and August 25th, 2026, posted today), but I took pictures of him, and posted them, a little over eleven years before that, on July 30th of 2014, when he was five months old! He was dangerously cute as a puppy, and he grew up to be huuuuge (for a standard schnauzer) and dangerously handsome!
Violet’s (2 years old) folks said she was an ‘unknown mix’, but I am pretty sure there is some papillon in her ancestry. Look at those ears!
Gotta tell ya, I visited Milwaukee last month and it has some pretty great spots. Not least of which is Riley’s, which is not just dog-friendly, it’s dog-centric. We need more places like that around here!
I ran across Milo (9 months) on his way home from a vet appointment. Poor pup, he got neutered. He was a little bit groggy, but still surprisingly cheerful. Get well soon, Milo Bear!
Louie was four months old when I ran into him, and let me tell you what, I just about scooped him up and ran away with him. What an amazing combo, Dane and ACD!
When I was pupsitting a couple weeks ago, we walked by a house where the resident reeeeeally wanted to come out and play. SO BADLY.
