Autumn is leaving the city for a while tomorrow, bound on her annual pilgrimage to the cradle of Irish music in the United States, the Irish Catskills, in upstate New York.
The dogs in San Francisco are going to be heartbroken when they hear. Like this adorable puppy, who I ran into yesterday morning on my way in to work. You can tell she was just devastated by the news.
Not quite sure what the cowlick thing going on there is.
I wish Autumn could have been there to meet this pup. The squealing would have been ultrasonic.
Oh my god that expression.
These two really do make a great pair.
Mojito may just be the most photogenic dog I’ve run into in months.
I hope to be seeing more of Mojito.