So I ran into Sofie and her dad, and I thought her name sounded familiar. And it turns out that yes, I ran into her before… back in 2010! She’s still around and kicking, at age 13. And distributing happy smooches to passers-by.
I also found out I got her name wrong last time. It’s ‘Sofie’ and not ‘Sophie’. Fixed now.
She’s all smiles.
Last Milwaukee post. This poor pup was getting a little more attention than he could really handle at six months. He was being very good, but he was preeeetty pooped by this time.
Very obedient dog. Well trained even at this age.
Then again, unless they’re actually running and grinning they always look sad and pooped.
Mom was not the only one receiving puppy smooches, by the way. *ahem*
On Saturday, Autumn and I went to a Sloth festival. I was somewhat hesitant to advertise it on here, because I wasn’t actually sure there would be anything interesting going on there. They were advertising sloth-based art and ‘sound healing’ and some kind of magic healing massage that doesn’t involve people touching you at all, which, well, that’s not my kind of thing.
But it turns out, well, they had a sloth. Among other beasties. And I had my nose licked by it.
Anyone up for slothfest 2018?
(PS: The lighting was HOOOOORRRRRIBLE.)
Pretty pup!
I feel like the markings on his forehead should mean something. Sergeant Dog, maybe?
Don’t blame me, I didn’t name him. I just petted and cuddled and photographed him.
Baby Jesus (13, pit bull mix) is the dog of a coworker and friend of mine, and is also now one of Autumn’s clients. He’s slowed down a bit since his puppyhood but he’s still a friend to all.
He’s actually a joint-custody dog, which unfortunately means he’s only come in to hang out with us at work once so far. Hopefully many more to come!
I’m not sure. I just know that he’s amazingly mellow and that I ran into him at work. And that that’s a hell of a trick with the tongue.
That’s some talent right there.
I kind of like this one.
I ran into Chico The Gorgeous earlier today, and just had to post him. Wow. Just wow.
I feel like I’ve seen Chico before.
Chico is one of those dogs with perfect sucker radar. Spotted me a block away.
Let’s get a closer look at those eyes.
This is mere seconds before I was ambushed by a spate of incredible cuddles.
A rare thing on this blog: some pictures from someone besides me. But this is a special occasion: a lot of humans and pups and kitties down in Florida (and still plenty in Texas!) who need help and homes. These two are lucky enough to have a family who took them out to play yesterday, while Irma was still on the horizon. (All the dog parks were closed, so they went out on Tampa Bay, an ‘effective dog park’. And then brought them back to the hotel, where they enjoyed a nice shower and a snooze.) Sleep safe, puppydogs! And humans, too!
Personally, I am donating to Second Harvest Food Bank of Central Florida and Habitat for Humanity Jacksonville on this one, but there are good charities for helping pets and wildlife too.
#Tampa bay now an effective dog park as we wait for #irma. With @CityofTampa parks closed ahead of storm, this is the best we’ve got. pic.twitter.com/Op3FADmL3V
— Tim Scheu (@scheuster) September 10, 2017
Eventful weekend. Including eight hours in an emergency room. Fortunately, the reason I was in there for eight hours was that after they finally dragged me in from the waiting room (2 hours) and got a doctor in to see me (45 minutes) they did a couple of tests (15 minutes) and determined that I was the least urgent person in the place. Which is certainly better than the alternative.
Still, spending the next five hours in a hospital waiting for some blood work (which should have taken roughly ten minutes) and a doctor to sign me out made me raaaaaather cranky. Especially since they discharged me about ten minutes after the last restaurant in the area closed and I hadn’t eaten in twenty eight hours.
So, for your Sunday Switchup, have a friendly seal and a sleepy seal. I will have more seals for you some other time.
Hooray for zoom lenses! If you click on the picture and look closely at the full-sized one you can even see his whiskers.
In honor of Bronte the gorgeous Irish wolfhound, who I posted in 2010 (without knowing her name) and whose dad just somehow found my pictures of her today, I present you with another Irish wolfhound, this one a puppy. A really young puppy.
No, seriously. Go look at this pup, who is the same age. Okay, okay, not a fair comparison, you say? Well, how about a Great Pyrenees puppy of the same age? They’re a big breed, but wolfhounds are just ginormous.
(Also, Apple’s spelling dictionary recognizes ginormous. Who’d’a thunk?)
They don’t get a lot ganglier than a 4-month-old wolfhound.
It was next to impossible to get pictures of him. Not because he was moving around or anything, but because there was essentially never a time when he wasn’t completely surrounded by people wanting to pet him.
