Minnie (3) isn’t very mini, is she?

I ran into PJ on his 4th birthday, which was yesterday! I don’t feel too too bad about not posting until today, since I didn’t actually get home last night until 11:30, which is well past my normal bedtime. (No regrets: I was at a rather nice concert!) So, happy day-after-your-birthday, PJ!


I saw Odile (six months old, and a girl) at the Civic Center Farmer’s Market last weekend, and I had to go over and tell her mom how awesome I thought her ears were. I asked whether she was a schnauzer mix, and her mom said no, she was a Hungarian pumi! I said, “You mean puli?” And nope, turns out there is another Hungarian breed that is new to me (and the blog). Just when I thought I’d run out of surprises! Well, aside from surprise nose-licks.
Odile is tough to photograph, but I got a few cute ones, don’t you think? No captions or hovertext today, though.





Alfie is only 9 months old! He’s a big ‘un, isn’t he? And pretty, too! When I saw this pup, I thought he was probably a double merle, and therefore possibly blind and/or deaf.


Ran into Emma (3) up in Eureka! Her folks aren’t sure about her breed mix, but I think she looks a lot like malinois corgi mix would, don’t you?


A friend and I were driving through a park in Oregon when we saw some people pulled over to the side of the road, and staring up at something. So we pulled over, took a look, and it turned out to be this gentleman, with whom I feel a certain affinity.
Hell of a lens, isn’t it?


We interrupt your regularly scheduled Caturday for this important bulletin: Happy birthday Ber-LIN! Happy birthday Ber-LIN! Happy birthday, sweet pupper! Happy birthday, Ber-LIN! Berlin is one today, and being spoiled rotten even as we speak. Or type. Or read. Or whatever it is we’re doing.
No captions or hovertext today. Not sure why, just not feelin’ it. But there’s plenty of Berlin for you to enjoy nevertheless.




I ran across Lily on my way through Sea Ranch, a funny little more or less privately owned town entirely populated by rich people several hours north of San Francisco. Not exactly my kind of place, really, though I have visited there once before. They have some nice beaches, and thanks to California’s enlightened laws, nobody is allowed to either own or prevent public access to beaches. So I got to visit a nice beach! And near that beach I met a nice dog, who, it turned out, was turning 7 years old today. Happy birthday, Lily!

