There was a little corgi meetup a couple of weeks ago at a tea shop a few blocks away from me. It was a very little tea shop. And it was raining outside, and there were too many corgis for the shop. Fortunately, the corgis didn’t mind.
I believe Malibu there is one of the royalty of CorgiCon!
Frequent commenter and friend of the blog Rose Marie sent me some pictures of her gorgeous kitty Isabelle Airel, who passed away last year. I told her I’d post a little bit of a memorial.
Some true facts about Isabelle Airel, as told to me by Rose Marie.
And, just as a personal note, I’d like to add that she had absolutely gorgeous eyes and the cutest little marbled nose.
I kind of dislike the breed mix name ‘cockapoo’. It just seems awfully disrespectful.
Henry was a super subject: just kept gazing at me while I snapped photos.
I ran into Jeremy at work. He was waiting for his mom to pick him up, after a long day at the office.
The one-ear-flopped thing is just too cute.
Pup was a little nervous, but I still got a few nice smooches.
I just ran into Molly today. She’s only 11 months old, but she’s already the floofiest doodle of all, although that’s partly because she was just groomed today.
Look at those legs. Giant pillars of floof!
Not sure I’ve ever seen a particolored goldendoodle before.
This pup was at my HQ, protecting the folks at Airbnb from the terrible dangers of people… planting bombs and blowing up Airbnb. Or something.
Anyway, he turned out to be the kind of police dog that was allowed to play with people, so I’m totally okay with that.
Shreck was not the best-behaved police dog I’d ever seen. A tiny bit unruly, maybe.
I got to get a selfie with him, though. Although it took like twenty tries.
I ran into this pup on my bus ride to work one day. And then a couple times the next week.
She’s a really well-behaved pup for her age!
She was happy to come over and sit with me. I wonder why?
Raina (6 months) is an adorable border collie/husky mix who works at Airbnb, as one of their many Happiness Officers.
Have I ever mentioned on here that I have an ultrasonic (only dogs can hear it) squeakie toy on my desk at work for Good Dogs to play with? Because I do. It’s that red thing there. Raina was a Good Dog, by which I mean that she didn’t try to shred it. She just kept squeaking it over and over again. Or so we assume, since we couldn’t hear anything. TECHNOLOGY!
Look at that sprawl. That’s some high-quality sprawlage right there.
It took about fifteen seconds of rooting around for her to find the squeaker.
She did give it up when I asked for it back. But she was not pleased.
Full grown pup, but they don’t come a whole lot smaller!
That pup would fit in my coat pocket.
Chalk another one I’ve never heard of up to the ol blawg: Remus here is a one-year-old American Alsatian. He might look a little familiar: turns out he’s the one I saw in wags and mistook for a Caucasian shepherd. He also has another connection to the blog: his folks used to have a Bernese mountain dog named Moby, who was featured here back in 2012. Apparently he passed away recently, at the ripe old age of twelve (pretty great for a Berner!) Remus is their new friend.
Remus was camped out in the doorway of my favorite cheese shop. In a rather hilarious position.