Dune is nine months old, and just about the goodest boy!

Man, getting old stinks. I have one crown already, and I have a dental appointment (postponed twice because dental insurance stinks even more than getting old does) to get a new crown on a new tooth next Tuesday. And just a few minutes ago, what do you think happened? My existing crown — the one I got a year ago to replace one that broke in half — fell off. I didn’t swallow it, happily, and it’s all in one piece, but jeez.
Wren, I think, was having an even worse day when I took this picture than I am right now. She’s a resident at the SF SPCA, although either she’s not yet listed in their adoption page (most likely) or she’s already been adopted. And she was definitely pretty overwhelmed and unhappy when I saw her, although she seemed to like her friend here, so that’s good at least.

I took some pictures of both Cosi (1) and Tessa (3) the other day. And because they are Italian greyhounds, all of them were either blurry or with half a dog outside the frame except for this one. I love this one, but I don’t know if this is Cosi or Tessa! Maybe their folks will weigh in in the comments?

A very long time ago, I was part of a Morris dance team at college. One of the dance moves they have is a funny step-hop thing that they called a ‘furry caper’, and that’s what I thought of when I saw Caper (6 months) dancing around and being silly.


I ran across Venturi down near the SF SPCA, where I found that he was an adoptable pup there! He’s not up on their web site just yet, he’s still settling in, but if you like what you see, keep an eye on that site, because he’s liable to be snapped up real quick!


