Roscoe is one of my favorite dogs from my old job, at Hipmunk. I am very sorry that I will not be seeing him again as often, but hopefully I’ll be able to drop by occasionally to give him some tummy rubs.
It’s not often you see a mutt with the perfect folded eartips like those.
The down side of being able to actually get to sleep without drugging myself (due to finally lowering my stress) is that I have about eight months of sleep to catch up on. GOD I AM TIRED. I feel like sleeping like a cat: twelve hours a day, maybe in two six-hour chunks, or three four-hour chunks. Either one is fine.
Just SLIGHTLY crosseyed. To be fair, I get crosseyed staring at my own toes too.
Maple (a 6-month-old girl) is, as the cool kids say, ‘heckin dapper’.
Pff. I bet she didn’t even tie it herself.
If I looked half this good I would have gone into modeling.
Her left eye (the one turned away) is about 1/4 brown. Such striking eyes.
Pippin was 3.5 months old when these pictures were taken. Such a little scruffster!
Out in front of a favorite restaurant of mine, Split. Great salads, great brunches, and the breakfast potatoes are devastating to a diet.
I wasn’t the only one: he had a lot of fans. Of all ages.
Well, today was… intense. I’m completely exhausted. So have a low-effort no-hovertext, no-caption post of Gus. Gus is 6 and my notes say he is a ‘Basset hound gas mix’. I… have no idea what that means. Guesses?
Another of Autumn’s fine furry friends.
A cat with its eyes dilated like that is feeling comfortable and friendly and very interested in being petted.
Another SPCA dog. This one was tucked in a corner with a sign that said ‘Please don’t look straight at me, I’m shy!’ I am not sure ‘shy’ is exactly the right word. (They also claimed that he barked a lot. Well, not when I was there!)
So here’s my secret: I stood next to the window without making eye contact for maybe… two minutes. After that, he was totally fine with everything. A little patience goes a long way.
Ran into these two at the SPCA. I bet they weren’t there for very long at all, though.
Edit: What was I thinking? Boston terrier, not French bulldog!
Could be mixed with pit bull, maybe?
Sometimes I think corgis like Lexie (female, 6) know how to look maximally ridiculous, and do so on purpose.
Lexi is certainly a pro at the ‘wharrgrbl’ face.