I ran into this pup at a friend’s birthday party, a couple years back. And I forgot to get his name!
Edit: OMG as I am informed below in the comments, this is Marlow, and is in fact being held by his owner. I have a great memory, don’t I?
This isn’t the pup’s owner, just a good friend. (Edit: Er, no, wrong, see above.)
I made my own dessert for this Sunday switchup. It still counts, because it’s made out of a San-Francisco-made ice cream and some cookies that were made in Petaluma. (Which is, in case you don’t know, about 30 miles north of San Francisco.)
Specifically, I made a rather nice parfait:
Salted caramel and cacao nib ice cream, with two layers of crushed chocolate cacao nib shortbread interspersed.
Result: 4/5. I am awesome. The ice cream itself is wonderful, not too sweet and with that tang of salt. and the nibs are halfway between chocolate and nuts, not adding any sweetness but adding a lovely crunch. And the cookies are rich, and also have their own nibs, and add their own crunch to the mix. Lovely!
Whoa. When I took this picture, Tosca, a female full-sized Newfie, was eleven years old. And apparently just as spry and chipper as she was when she was half that age. I can verify that she was gamboling back and forth between all the folks at Wags.
I’m not 100% sure she’s a Newfie at all. She might be a Black Bookie: half Bantha, half Wookie.
PK wass 12 years old in this photo! You’d never know it, would you?
Such a goofy happy face.
I ran into this (one-year-old) pup less than one week after he was adopted from a shelter. Despite that, he was very well-adjusted, especially for what we here at da dawg blawg affectionally call the ‘Hula-Hula Cat-Dog’.
I thought he was a pup named Tito, but apparently he’s a pup named Pup. Wearing a bandana named Tito.
If I’d only had a dog from the shelter for a week, I wouldn’t have the confidence to tie him up outside a shop for twenty minutes!
Cloe (2) is also known as ‘Junkyard’. Because she is a vicious-wicious puppy-wuppy-kins, obviously.
I am not sure what she’s mixed with, she sure looks like a Cavalier to me.
Puppy cuddles and mimosas. Amazing combination.
I ordered from a local place, a little pizza place not far from me. This is the first time I’ve tried their food, since they are a recent addition, transplanted in the place of… another pizza place.
Their pizza is yummy, but the important part was their ‘Guittard Chocolate Budino’, which is a sort of really rich mousse. With hazelnut brittle and sea salt.
Verdict: amazing! 5/5. The hazelnut brittle just by itself is great, and it’s just sweet enough to balance out the really rich, bittersweet chocolate. And the crunch switches things up very nicely with the creamy mousse.
There was only one thing that kept it from getting the coveted 6/5 rating: it could really have used some more texture variation. It needs a crust, or something else… the nut brittle isn’t quite enough.
Also, a recommendation: if they give you the same amount in the restaurant that they do for delivery, get this for two. I am a big chocolate fan and I couldn’t finish the damn thing.
I met Logan at Washington Square Park, where he was taking a very keen interest in everyone and everything.
I wonder if he was named after Wolverine of the X-Men (‘dogereen’?), or maybe Logan’s Run (Logan’s waddle?)
It was really hard to get his attention. There was another dog nearby.
Among the stumpier corgis I’ve met. There are two kinds of corgis: ones with really short legs, and ones with pretty much no legs at all.
Someone wasn’t doing a lot of setting.
These guys always look so droopy.
Stevie (girl, 3 months old) is my new best friend.
The city has had a puppy population explosion.
It’s one of the things making my life a little better.