Oh, it has been a frustrating day. Sleep problems, work problems, brain not working problems. And then I spent five minutes chasing the most ridiculously adorable corgi puppy up a hill, running like a nut, with a backpack on, only to discover when I got there that my phone was malfunctioning and wouldn’t turn on. I did manage to get it to turn on and (maybe?) get some pictures, after which it died completely. So now I get to see if I can get my phone fixed under warranty, without losing all the photos off of it.
I am going to try to get some actual sleep tonight, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to send you home early. But don’t worry, you can take home a doggie bag. From the local Pomeranian Restaurant, of course.
Ran into this pup in Trader Joe’s. (Ssh, don’t tell anyone.)
One of the more pop-eyed Poms I’ve run into. Still adorable.
Wow, it’s another celebrity. Everybody, meet Freya the 4-month-old boxer puppy, also known as ‘@freya.the.boxer‘ on Instagram. She is totes dorbs, in her lovely print bandana and her airplane ears and her terribly concerned boxer forehead-wrinkles.
What she was chiefly concerned about was that she was surrounded by food trucks, and yet not eating anything.
I love her little beard.
A goggie in doggles! I ran into this sleek devil at the opening day celebration for the Giants, but she looks like she’s more into motor sports.
Not honestly sure what the doggles were for, but they were pretty goofy.
A perfect fit!
Just chillin’ out on mom’s knee.
A pup in uniform, to celebrate game day.
Clearly we have an athlete among us.
I sat next to Skye the German shepherd husky Lab mix at an outdoor cafe. I distracted her horribly from her rawhide chew. I was, of course, terribly sorry.
Her parents were mildly annoyed, actually, so I really did feel a little sorry. As well as being a little flattered when I was more interesting than her rawhide chew. (No, it wasn’t our food, because it started long before we got our food.) But mostly I just felt happy to meet her.
Skye knows a number of tricks.
You can see why I was flattered that she preferred me petting her. She was definitely a fan of the rawhide chew.
Took this picture at Wags, the famed ‘dog wash of Polk Street’. They really are the best show in town… stand outside and you can see all sorts of dogs playing with each other, resting, jumping around, or just hanging out. And the people there really love the pups, as you can see.
I think Barkley was a puppy, but I’m not sure… could be just a small doodle.
This is Peace, and she is every bit as gentle as her name implies. Her dad provided a bit of back-story: she was a rescue (how lucky is that? a rescue Berner?) who came with the name, and he thought it was kind of corny, but by the time he started thinking about changing it she was already used to it, and, well, so was he. And now she’s six years old, and the name fits her like a glove.
Certainly lived up to her name around me: polite, gentle, and the friendliest thing on four feet.
From a cat meetup in the park a few years back.
Turns out that shaking your keys is a good way to get a nice picture of a kitty.
When I think of a collie it’s always a tricolor collie. Lassie is to blame for that, I guess. Lassie, the dog with the name that meant ‘girl’, who played a boy dog on screen, but who was actually a girl. Versatile actor, cute dog, what’s not to like?
Wiley (2 years old) is pretty adorable too. And quite well-trained: he knows sit, lie down, shake, other paw, and speak, at the very least.
A lot of people like walking their dogs down the raised concrete on the Embarcadero.
Another trick he seems to have mastered instinctively is ‘be all friendly’.
Tidus is probably the most frequently-posted dog on our little blog here. Not hard to see why, is it?
He plays a lot more with Autumn than he does with me, but sometimes he can be persuaded.