Patrick is a standard poodle, and was 11 months old in this picture. And I will tell you what, he was very excited to be right where he was when I took this picture.
The smells coming from that place were definitely of interest to Patrick.
I dogsat a bit over the weekend and today for this fine specimen. Dakota is a one-eyed, flop-tongued, cuddling blue people-licker. She also enjoys being petted, going for walks, not barking at anything ever, and cuddling up under blankets.
She gets quite upset if she can’t lie next to you, so while I was working I set her dog bed right next to me and she lay down happily and went to sleep under some blankets.
One day, while she was poking holes in my arm, I ran across a woman who knits dogs.
Let’s try that again.
One day, while having blood drawn for a routine physical, I fell to talking with the phlebotomist. I observed that there were a couple of cute pups on her computer screen and she noted that they were in fact not actually dogs, they were dolls she had knitted.
She does it just for fun. Aren’t they adorable?
This one is a Westie, and is on guard at the doctor’s office.
Not much smaller than some real Westies I’ve met!
Do I even need to mention that this one is a beagle? Absolutely perfect!
Look at all the fringe. That’s pure fluff, that is. That’s pure Bernese mountain dog fluff, that is!
I know I mentioned being sad earlier this week. Well, now you get to hear why. My best feline friend forever, Wheezy, had to be put to sleep earlier this week. Earlier this month his family noticed that one of his eyes was permanently dilated. They took him to several specialists, who were all quite baffled… apparently this isn’t something that happens, really. But to make a long story short, it turned out to be serious, and shortly after that he stopped eating. He was only five years old.
These pictures were taken a few hours before he was put to sleep, and although he hadn’t eaten anything in quite a while, and had lost a lot of weight, he was still a happy cat. He came over and gave me a few cuddles and a kiss on the ear, and even some purring when I petted him.
I am going to miss the hell out of Wheezy. I know dog bloggers aren’t supposed to play favorites, especially feline ones, but he was the sweetest, kindest, and happiest cat I have ever known. Whenever I came over to feed him, he would leap up onto the counter and beg me to pet him. And it didn’t matter if I put the food out, he would happily ignore it until I made it clear no more petting was forthcoming. He was a hell of a cat.
RIP, Wheezy. We’ll miss you.
Riggins is a 5-month-old refugee dog from Guatemala. I wonder what the visa situation is vis-a-vis dogs?
I can’t even begin to guess what breeds go into a Guatemalan street dog that looks like that.
All right, a little (big!) something cute and fluffy and adorable and not sad in any way, shape, or form. Except maybe a little sad that there were no hot dogs involved in the making of these photographs.
My notes say the following: “5 mo GSD Marley Jean”. They do not, in fact, specify a gender. I am utterly convinced that this is a girl so I am going to go with that.
Edit: Also, ♫ Marley Jean is not my pupper. She’s just a dog I met while out on a run. But she still is cute and fun! ♫
You need to look at those ears. If you can’t see the fluff well enough, you need to click through to the bigger image.
IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!
Having a sad day today, for reasons I’ll share later on (since they are, in fact, pet-related.) I had to spend a little time hunting up a pup who looked a little sad, but I finally found one.
I think it’s the eyes, but it might be the ears.
Folks really take Chinese New Year seriously around here. That’s city hall.
There’s a big night parade, too, but I tend to avoid it. It’s 95% advertising and 5% parade.