Yuki was ten weeks old when I ran into her. And when I say ‘ran’, I mean that I had to run across a street full of cars and halfway down the block to catch up with her. But she was worth it. So worth it.
Ran into her while I was visiting New Jersey this past May, so she’s an honorary dog of San Francisco.
Yuki means snow in Japanese, apparently.
A teensy little snow-drift in the middle of May!