I saw these two in our local dog grooming parlor, Wags. I did not get a single picture where both of them were non-blurry at the same time, but I thought some of these were worth showing off anyway. I am not sure what the puppy is… Aussie with a tail? Berner with unusual markings? SO CUTE.
No captions and no hovertext today. I’m too overwhelmed with cute.
Well, as you might imagine, I’m not running across too many new dogs in these socially isolated times. But just before this whole thing started, Tulip made her first few visits to my office, and I got a whole bunch of pictures of her! So I’m going to be posting them gradually for a while, interspersed with other pups. She’s four months old, and amazingly photogenic.
She just loves wandering around the office and nuzzling people’s knees. It’s an amazing tension-reducer.
Oliver looks pretty well grown, but he’s actually only seven months old!
A very obedient 7-month-old. He sat very patiently.
Of course, he did look around a lot (which is what made his ear floop around like this.)
Of course he got a reward for being so patient.
I ran into Papi and his bestest friend ever in the ever-awesome Green Apple Books, on Leap Day, February 29th. They were SO CUTE together!
This has been a really surreal year for me so far. I was sick most of the time from the last week of December through mid-February, and now everybody ELSE is sick. I’ve been stuck at home for more time than I’ve been out and about. It’s… kind of dispiriting.
There’s actually a doggie bag under that sweatshirt.
Papi is 4, but still somehow hasn’t managed to grow into his ears.
Tahoe is 11! And he does not like the current state of affairs, oh no, he does not.
San Francisco is on lockdown, but we’re allowed to go out and take walks, as long as we stay away from other people.
Fortunately, we don’t have to stay away from dogs. But we aren’t supposed to go around petting them either. IT’S TORTURE!
Autumn runs across a lot of cats on her dog-walks. Or at least she did, until all her business dried up because nobody’s leaving home these days. All her music business dried up at the same time. This is a pretty hard time to be in either of those businesses.
Somehow this is the coloration I think of whenever I think ‘cat’.
I can’t quite place this pup. I think he’s a purebred, but I’m not sure. Any ideas?
I don’t know what he is but he wandered up and down the aisle, nuzzling ankles, and then lept up onto the seat next to mom…
…and instantly dozed off.
Zhang is 2 and very… intense.
I wish I hadn’t cut his ears off on this one because the expression is just so priceless.
Bubbs (boy, 3 months old) was Wyley’s friend. You can see why I ran to catch up, right?
I think this is the first Old English sheepdog puppy we’ve had!
When I was a kid, a friend of my folks was named ‘Wyley’. He had a beard, but not one quite as impressive as Wyley here, aged 5.
I ran into Wyley in company with a friend. Then after I took some pictures of Wyley, I had to run to catch up with his friend. The life of a dog photographer can be exhausting.