Kobe (2) wasn’t especially shy, as you can see, but he would have been pretty tough to photograph indoors on the floor as anything other than a long blur.


Kobe (2) wasn’t especially shy, as you can see, but he would have been pretty tough to photograph indoors on the floor as anything other than a long blur.


Sorry for the radio silence the last few days, but I’ve been on a little vacation to Wisconsin (to Milwaukee Irish Fest!) and the daytime has been quite full and the nighttime has been pretty awful (sleep problems) so I haven’t been thinking about the site very much. But today I’m on my way home, and so to celebrate the return of your regularly scheduled blogging, here is a picture of an honorary Dog of San Francisco that I just met in the O’Hare airport: Harvey the you’d-never-know-he-was-twelve Pemmie!

Lapo is only one year old, and quite an unusual mix: you don’t see a lot of Pyreneeses wandering around the neighborhood impregnating other dogs, huh?

There’s an art museum on Market Street in San Francisco. It’s a little weird, having been started by a gentleman who claimed to be the reincarnation of the buddha Vajradhara, and originally contained only works by him with little cards praising how wonderful his artistic talents were. It’s branched out a fair amount now that he’s no longer with us, and actually honestly some of his stuff is pretty good, too, so I’d say it’s well worth seeing.
I can’t honestly recall if this was one of his or not. Guess I’ll have to go back and find out!

This is the first time I’ve posted a pup on his birthday without even talking to anyone about him, but I think his dad will probably understand. You will too, once you see the picture.


What a great name! I’ve heard of a lot of flower names but this is a new one on me. (How did I think they were called ‘cow lilies’?) Lily is 4, and a happy goof.


