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I ran into Blue and his dad today, wandering around Mission Bay. And I was my usual “Oh my god what a gorgeous dog” and his dad said, “Yeah, you took some pictures of him and then NEVER POSTED THEM … Continue reading
Lexi is the other corgi I got pictures of yesterday. She and her dad were moving quickly, so I’m not sure if I even mentioned the blog to him. I think I just asked if I could take some pictures, … Continue reading
So… I said last week that I had gotten so many new corgi pictures recently that it was time to do a corgi week, right? Well, today I was out and about after work, heading over to a store to … Continue reading
Not a lot of people know this, but when I was in high school I had a couple of different nicknames, and one of them was even a pleasant one: ‘Ace’. I was in a couple of different classes that … Continue reading
Woody is one of those dogs that I just had to run down the street to see. He just looked so alert, and happy, and playful, and goofy. When his mom told me he was a German shepherd husky mix, … Continue reading
Ah, Buddy, you’re a gorgeous puplet even if I don’t know what half of you is.
Two things things about Gomez: one, he is nine! That’s pretty good for a Great Dane, and he seems to be in pretty good shape, getting around all right, able to see just fine (the unusual-colored eyes are just his … Continue reading
This is what, the fourth time that Autumn and/or I have had a chance to dog-sit for Jazz, the sweetest flat-coated retriever in San Francisco? And this time Autumn’s down with walking pneumonia, so I get to take Jazz. (Don’t … Continue reading
The building where I work, ‘Hipmunk HQ’, is also home to another travel-related business: Olivia, which is a company that organizes cruises, package tours, and similar things for lesbians. Hipmunk has the bottom two floors, and a no-dogs-at-work policy. Olivia … Continue reading
In the grass there stands a boxer, and a puppy by his age, and he carries a reminder of every bone he’s chewed upon or hid beneath the sofa, or in the back of his cage, lie la lie…