Ran across this kitty when I was walking my dogsitting charge. So pretty!

I thought maybe I’d posted this pup before, but it turns out I’d just seen a couple other dogs named Enzo. So everyone welcome Enzo (1) and his remarkable aura of floof to the blog!
No captions or hovertext today. Too many cute pictures, and too few brain cells this fine Friday night. Make sure you see the last one, though: caught him mid-shake!





Chuck… Roast? What a name! Everyone wave to Chuck, because it’s a special day: it’s the one-month anniversary of his adoption! And he seems very contented with it indeed. Did I mention his Instagram? Amazing number of cute pictures for a one-month-old account!


Gotta post some pictures of Zoey, since I kept an eye on her last week. She’s 10 now, but still boxing most enthusiastically. In fact, I took her for five miles of walks on multiple days, and she didn’t slow down in the slightest.



I was out walking Zoey one morning last week, when we found a critter wandering back and forth in the middle of the road. There were two cars backed up behind it — it’s really true, those who hold up traffic sure are turkeys, right? — and Zoey will chase pretty much any animal aside from a human. I of course didn’t let her go, but I did let her step out into the street a little closer to the beastie, and it decided that maybe it didn’t have to block traffic after all.

I spent last week dogsitting for Zoey, who I will post more pictures of shortly. But one of the nice things about taking Zoey for long walks twice a day for a week is that I get recharged on Caturday material, at least as long as I can keep Zoey from chasing said Caturday material. Which, surprisingly enough, she was a lot less insistent about this time around. Good girl, Zoey! And so here we have one of the kitties we ran across.

I’m not a huge fan of the militarization of the canine: training dogs to attack people isn’t something I’m happy with, and ‘drug sniffing dogs’ are often basically just used as an excuse to search people’s person, car, or home, after they have ‘alerted an officer’ by reacting not to a drug but to the officer wanting the dog to alert the officer.
I’ll make an exception for Elara, and those like her. She is trained to detect explosives, which I think we can all agree aren’t a great thing for folks to carry into concerts, conferences, airports, or my apartment building. This one was hanging around outside of a conference center in San Francisco, checking all the trucks dropping off stuff. She was also happy to greet all the truckers as long as they weren’t carrying hand grenades in their pants!


Blitz is a majestic pup, isn’t he? He’s only eight months old, and he’s still learning to trust people, but he’s getting there. And he is up for adoption at the Milo Foundation! Worth pondering indeed, although he looks like he’ll be eating you out of house and home: so skinny!

Join me in welcoming Pato (probably around 8) to the city! Pato’s mom was living in Colombia for a while, and adopted Pato while she was there, and just moved back to San Francisco about four weeks ago. Pato has settled in like he was born to be a San Franciscan.


