How did I not get this pup’s name? I’m such a bad boy!


Windsor (9) is half English and half Irish. I guess it makes a certain amount of sense that he’s orange, huh?

Ran into Rennie (10) on the way home from work one day last month. I usually don’t walk home via Huntingdon Square Park, because it involves some rather steeper terrain than most of the other ways I can go, but I think I might start doing it more often. There is always a lovely crowd of dogs and their humans socializing there in the evenings.

I have had an eventful weekend! Well, sort of. On Thursday I felt like I was coming down with a head cold, which kind of sucks. On Friday afternoon I was washing my hands and I suddenly sneezed so hard that I tweaked my back, which promptly went into muscle spasms. And every time I coughed, sneezed, or moved for the next day it went into spasm.
Getting old! Every day is a new adventure.
My back isn’t spasming any more, anyway. So have a crow.

Our last Pride post: I ran into this pup at pride and immediately thought of a 1970s cartoon called Help, It’s The Hair Bear Bunch!



I dropped by San Francisco’s Pride celebration last weekend. A couple of times, actually: once on Saturday, and then again to see the parade on Sunday. I didn’t see any dogs in the parade, although I admit I didn’t see all of it. But I did see an awful lot of canine spectators!
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My notes say ‘Daphne 11 mutt of the world’. I’m not entirely sure what that means, or what the story behind it was, but I thought it was important that you know it. I do remember that I mentioned that she looked a little like a dingo, though!

