When I ran into Baldr, I kept thinking that I’d run into a dog named Baldr before (though I was thinking they had spelled it ‘Baldur’), but I couldn’t find anything on the site. And then the next day, the very next day, I ran into Balder! This Balder is ‘the Beautiful’, and is a standard poodle. And since I found out how that name was spelled, I went and looked, and lo and behold: I have met him before… in 2011! He was 3 then, so I guess he’s 11-ish now. You wouldn’t know it, would you?
Balder was looking especially beautiful, since he’d just been groomed the day before.
He liked poking his nose all up in my bidnezz.
I met Baldr the Blue (Australian cattle dog with a tail!) when I was visiting a friend’s office. Baldr did not want me to talk to my friend. Baldr did not want me to go to the bathroom. Baldr did not want me to pay attention to anything but Baldr, because Baldr has an uncanny sense for who can, in fact, be suckered into paying attention to Baldr.
Baldr was, of course, named after the Norse god. Who was ALSO amazingly beautiful.
He got a little noisy. I think I may have disturbed his coworkers. (He is, of course, a Chief Happiness Officer.)
Baldr’s favorite toy.
I was wandering around downtown San Francisco yesterday, walking by a little bunch of bushes next to a plaza, when suddenly I caught a glimpse of a … dog? Cat? Nope! It was a rabbit! Well, two rabbits, but I am saving one for another bunday.
So meet Coco, the one with the ridiculous haircut. His family took him out for a wander, and he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit. He didn’t really want to meet me, though.
This is where Coco retreated to as soon as he saw me.
He thought about coming back, but this was about as close as he came.
I got to say hello to my fluffy friend again last week. This time he grudgingly decided I wasn’t so terrible after all, so I got some kitty cuddles.
Grem has his own little hiding spot to curl up in. It’s pretty adorable.
Connor, one of Autumn’s two family dogs, has showed up here before. But I just had to show off these new pictures taken by her folks, because, well, you’ll see.
If we ask nicely in the comments section, maybe we can get some more pictures of Connor’s ‘new look’.
This pictures is BHC: Before HairCut.
I can’t stop giggling. He doesn’t seem quite as amused, though, does he?
Mazie didn’t like the look of me, so she turned me upside down. It seemed to help.
Somehow dad’s eyebrows floating above her head amuses me.
Mazie really liked being held this way. I wonder if it was the head rush.
Zenny is 9 months old, and a real handful. And she wanted me to tell you that she likes hugs.
When I hear the name ‘Zenny’ I think of stand-up arcade games from 1980s Capcom. (They used the currency ‘Zenni Coins’.) Am I dating myself?
Look at the little floof of hair on the top of her head.
I saw this dog the other day and I thought, oh god, someone has had just as long a day as I have. And then I found out that this someone’s name was ‘Fionn Mac Cumhaill, AKA Finn MacCool, named after the great Irish hero of legend. We’ve featured the great great great great x umpity grandson of one of Fionn’s dogs on here before, way back when Autumn was in Ireland in oh my god was that really nine years ago 2010, so it’s quite nice to also get Fionn himself.
Fionn is 2, and thus not of age to drink. So no, he did not in fact empty that glass of wine himself.
Hope you all aren’t getting bored of murals, because there are a bazillion great ones in the city.
On the side of a ‘Doggie Day Care’ place.
Another kitty from April’s ‘First Caturday’ celebrations.
Almost all of the cats eventually came out of their shells at least a bit by the end of the celebration.