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?)
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?)
Stevie (girl, 3 months old) is my new best friend.
I ran into Shayna (6) a few years back, but all my pictures of her were too blurry to use. And then I ran into her again, at the dog wash, but all I got was one schnozz shot. Fortunately, there are no such complications this time.
Hovawarts really do look like golden retrievers with a really good dye job.
Mara’s is one of the ubiquitous bakeries/dessert places in North Beach. There are quite a few of them. I’ve tried a couple, and have pretty much universally been disappointed. But I hadn’t tried Mara’s yet. I was walking by, out for my Saturday constitutional, and figured I should try it out, too.
I tried seven different flavors of their cookies, and their chocolate mousse cake, pictured above.
Verdict: meh. Their cookies all tasted more or less the same, even despite ‘this one is mint and this one is raspberry and blah blah’. Then again, they weren’t bad, just all sort of similar. Call it 2.5 out of 5 for the cookies.
The chocolate mousse cake tasted pretty good, but was undistinguished in every other way. The texture was fine but uninteresting. It certainly is pretty, though, isn’t it? 3/5
Momo (12) was pretty tired when I ran into her, but she was still keen on saying hello.
When I ran into Luffy (short for Woofyluffy, pronounced ‘Loofy’) he was 20 weeks old. Please to spend some time squealing in delight.
No captions, no hovertext, just ridiculous cutiosity.
This is the second Blanca I’ve met. When I ran into her, she was fifteen years old, and as sweet as sweet could be.
Meet Chance, one year old, husky mixed with who knows what. He’s such a good boy. Even when he’s a very naughty boy.
Well, Mjolnir is a new dog name on me, but here he is, 7 years old, and with sensitive little feets!