It was an utterly dismal day today. Grey, dark, pouring rain. I got to visit a couple of dogs, which was nice, but I also had to walk them, which was… not nice. And man, you talk about lacking ANY motivation…
So here’s a nice sunny-day picture of a kitty from the last Caturday-In-The-Park I attended.
Decidedly not an outdoor cat. Took quite a while to even poke his head out of the bag.
I don’t know what this pup was… could be part golden, or lab, or maybe some hound and some German shepherd. I just know that he was utterly, completely captivating.
All I want is for someone — or something! — to look at me like this dog is looking at his owner.
We’ve had a pile of puppies (PUPPY PILE!) on here over the last week or two. Why break the streak? So here’s Gili, who is a 4-month-old goldendoodle who loves you for who you are.
Someone got a little overwhelmed with her first day at Airbnb HQ.
Just lying there, snoot fairly BEGGING to be booped!
Just a guess. I saw her at the SPCA, but don’t have any particular insights into her breed. I just know she’s a cutie.
What an awesome puzzle food bowl thing. Can’t scarf up the food from it, have to work it out a few pieces at a time. I know some dogs who really need one of those.
There were a dozen people clustered around Lucca (the male, 11-week-old golden retriever puppy) when I ran into him. It’s not hard to see why.
This lucky guy got lots of smooches.
Eeee the cute little smile!
Everyone? Meet Chestnut (male, one and a half, miniature Aussie). Chestnut? Meet everyone. Talk amongst yourselves.
One thing you could talk about, for example, would be Chestnut’s OMGCUTE Instagram page. Where you can learn that Chestnut’s ears are fully convertable!
That expression. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but whatever it is I hope I do it again.
It’s Windsor’s birthday today! She’s officially one year old, and therefore no longer a puppy. Ssh, though: don’t tell her.
That is one of the goofiest faces I’ve seen. Even on a corgi.
I hope she got plenty of treats and hugs for her birthday.
Nave is 8 months old, and approximately 30% sillyboy, 44% grumpyface, 94% tummyrubaholic, and 143% cute.
I could take pictures of Nave all day.
A kitty that the SPCA had up for adoption.
Scruff-tastic. I think someone may have needed a bath.
Moony (14 weeks old!) has a bit of a mad and roving eye, one might say. She was too pooped to pup when I saw her today, but I think I’ll be seeing her again soon.