Sophie is three, but she already knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.
It took her roughly three seconds to flop down and show off her tummy.
Don’t worry, she got plenty of attention between shots.
If not quite as much as she would have preferred.
Barley (6 months) is an unknown mix, but I choose to believe that he’s a German shepherd mix. In any case, he’s definitely a transplant from out in the country, who was only just starting to get used to our big-city ways, including everyone squealing when they got near him.
I think he’ll catch on pretty quick.
Odie (2) is a very inquisitive pup.
He had fully convertible ears. This is the ‘back’ position, but there were also ‘down’ and ‘up’.
Mishka is a 5-month-old husky German shepherd (and supposedly Great Pyrenees??) mix with the nickname (and Instagram page) of ‘little bear,’ @lilbearmishka. They claim that it’s because Mishka means bear, but I think they have it a little backwards: actually there was a bear, the mascot of the Soviet Olympic Games back in the 80s, who was named Mishka, but ‘Mishka’ actually means something like ‘little [female] mousie’ in Russian. ‘Mish’ is mouse, -ka is the feminine diminutive ending. If he were a little boy mouse he’d be Mishok.
Yes, I took Russian in high school. And in college. And this is about the most use I’ve gotten out of it in at least a couple of years. And I can’t believe I remember diminutive endings but not, say, more than 100 words of vocabulary. One of which, apparently, is ‘mouse’.
Anyway I love the name ‘little mousie’ for this dog, so this all works for me.
Mishka lives right near me. I’m looking forward to seeing how big she gets!
La noche que me casa
No pude dormirme un rato
Por estar toda la noche
Corriendo detra de un gato.
Me dijiste que fue un gato
El que entro por tu balcon
Yo no he visto gato prieto
Con sombrero y pantalon!
Ay lai lai la-ka lai lai, la-ka lai, la la la la!
Gotta post at least ONE dog this week, before I post another cat for caturday!
This guy could leap really high for a dog with such short legs. So high, in fact, that all my pictures of him leaping have his head cut off.
So it turns out that it is National Cat Day. And somehow I haven’t posted anything since last Caturday. Oops.
Well, have another cat anyway!
I have some extra pictures of Grem-Grem lying around, and he is totally gorgeous, so have another!
Such a magnificent mane on this little lion.
Could be a Rottie mix, could be a hound of some kind — I’m not very good with hound breeds, since you don’t see a lot of them around San Francisco. Anyone want to help me out here?
I feel judged.
I think he’s a little disappointed, yet quite understanding nonetheless.
I can’t imagine having a Keeshond. They’re friendly, they’re happy, they’re really great dogs, but oh my god the shedding and the fur.
That black is not a muzzle, it’s just the color of his face.