This pup’s eyes look pretty weird to me. I think maybe she blinked at just the wrong time. But all that floof is well worth posting anyway.
I was too busy burying my face in this pup’s fuzz to het her name.
Winston will always be a name for an English bulldog to me. But Winston here has some of the wrinkles, albeit his are on his forehead.
I will never quite understand what portrait mode chooses to blur. Yes on the leash, no on the pants. Huh?
Ran into this pup in the pet store, where he was valiantly trying to ignore the dog toys and treats that were prominently displayed at head-height.
Pet stores are great places to get pictures of happy dogs.
Offered without comment. Except to say that I wonder if his name is Little Gomez.
Another CorgiCon refugee. This one looks like she might have just done something that someone will be after her for. It’s an unusual expression for a corgi: usually they look innocent even while they’re doing something that someone should be after them for.
Also look at those hocks. Those are some prime corgi hocks.
These two killers were clearly close to savaging one another at CorgiCon, only someone had treats within a half mile or so.
They really do look like killers when you freeze-frame them like this.
This is one of the pups I dogsat for a few weeks ago.
My coworker, whose dog this is, isn’t actually sure what Charlie is, except that he’s twelve and a giant sweetheart. But he looks like a labradoodle, and I choose to believe that he is because that way I can say that he’s a labradoodle dandy, a labradoodly-awesome guy!
*cough* Well, hey, I never claimed to be a lyricist.
Charlie knows exactly how to get what he wants when he visits the office.
This pup was a bit pint-sized, but had all the sense of humor of a full-sized husky, just… packed down a little tighter.
I don’t often get a human-style smile for the camera from a dog.