Welp, my laptop has 3% battery left, I’m parked in a Sam’s Club parking lot for the night, and I don’t much feel like wasting gas turning on the generator, so you get a post of these two Dogs of Illinois. Let’s call them ‘Honorary Dogs of San Francisco.’
The older one loved me. The younger one was dubious. They had a third sibling, a German Shepherd, but she was so terrified of me that I couldn’t even get a picture.

The attitude was ‘Great Guardian of the Car’.

His attitude was ‘I have an itch in my neck… yeah, right THERE.’