Chance (5 months old) is a gangly fellow. Does that make him ‘slim Chance’?
Someone spent an hour or so in the Apple Store, licking ankles.
He had just gotten out of the big plastic cone of shame and into this one, and was apparently quite relieved.
Goofy goldenface.
I recently realized that Wrinkle here is actually my oldest friend in the Bay Area now, as the last friend I had from when I lived in the South Bay has moved away, and I met him only a few days after I moved into San Francisco. This also makes him over fifteen years old, so here’s hoping for a healthy new year for him.
Cooper was a new arrival in September (thus making him 12 weeks old when this picture was taken). It seems only fair to make him the dog-in-review for 2018.
The little girl, who is just meeting Cooper for the first time, is named Olivia. Cooper’s mom, the woman in the grey sweater, is just meeting Olivia for the first time too. Which is funny because the woman’s name is also Olivia.
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I cat-sat for Zorra for a few days last week. She liked to rub against my legs, and then savage my hands when I tried to pet her. Mean, mean kitty!
Her favorite location: tucked under the kitchen table.
On her way over to rub against my legs and try to tempt me into getting my fingers in range again.
I ran into a couple of Siberian huskies a couple weeks ago, one right after the other. This was the lazier of the two: he was camped out in the front hall of a gym, trying to cadge treats and petting from everyone going in to work out. But, oddly enough, apparently not willing to do any working out himself.
‘Crunch’ fitness seems like an appropriate place for a dog, somehow.
Have a very Moby Christmas, everyone. And make sure to collect a hug from your loved ones.
I ran into this pup three times in the same day, in three different places. It was fate.
This is my coworker’s dog. I have forgotten his name. I am a bad dog blogger.
I love that expression.
San Francisco is a lot different than it was when I moved here.
Still awfully pretty, though.
I am cat-sitting for a Norwegian forest cat that is so recently adopted that he does not yet have a name. He does, however, have his own forest.
He is very vocal. I’m trying to help train that out of him. So far, he is winning.
Seems very Christmasy, doesn’t it?
I don’t know, but it sure looks like a young Caucasian shepherd (aka ovcharka).
I don’t know what the little ones are, but the one on top has the most amazing facial hair I’ve ever seen on a dog.