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…
…don’t they?
No, I am not sure why this one-year-old Pembroke Welsh corgi is named ‘Cardie’, nor why she seemed so keen on barking at me. But enjoy some pictures of her (no hovertext or captions, though) anyway, won’t you?
