She’s a polite Lady Of A Certain Age, who daintily greets everyone, and ignores anyone who happens to bark at her impolitely. And she is very patient, too.
Anyone have any breed guesses? Border collie mix, maybe? Lab in there somewhere? She’s a puzzle.
I know they’re more aggressive pound-for-pound than almost any other beast out there, but I still think they’re adorable.
This one is from San Francisco, but I’ve met a few out here in the midwest too.
It has been a long, rather frustrating day. I spent all of it up until about 3:15 PM rebuilding the power cable that connects the Lummox to the power main, because I kept getting alerts telling me that the cable had a ‘bad ground’, but only about every other time I used it. Well, I don’t know if I actually fixed it or if or if this is one of those 50/50 chances but I finally got it working. And a good thing, too: it was in the mid 90s here, with upwards of 90 percent humidity. And after that I spent the rest of the day fixing the roof fan, which was also broken. We’ll see tomorrow if that worked: gotta give the case time for the epoxy to set. Of course, neither of these things would have taken a competent electrician more than an hour to do, but that sort of lets me out.
Anyway, have a cat. I could really use one to cuddle up with right now. I did get to visit with my campground-neighbors’ Boston terriers, but I’m not sure ‘cuddle’ is quite the right word for what those rather energetic dogs perpetrated on me. Pounce-and-lick-frantically, maybe.
I wonder if any of the RVs at the camp have cats?
Iko was 12 weeks old when I took these pictures, just before I left San Francisco. He is, of course, named after the amazing song. And he has an amazing instagram, full of the most ridiculously cute pictures ever collected in one spot. Seriously. Go look at it. You deserve it.
Someone didn’t want to be on his way home. He wanted to meet ALL the people.
If Iko is that big at 12 weeks, he’s going to be a monster by the time 12 months rolls around.
An ADORABLE monster.
These two are concerned about all those people on the East Coast who are about to get bopped upside the head with a hurricane, as am I. Stay safe, y’all!
They make a pretty great pair: sleek, smooth chocolate…
…and scruffy, curly vanilla.
Two great tastes that go great together!
Tadich is named after the oldest continuously-run restaurant in California, and the third oldest in the United States. Which is pretty amazing… who would have thought the third oldest restaurant in the US would be in California of all places?
As for the pup… god, I don’t know what he is, aside from utterly ridiculous. He’s definitely half basset, there’s no question with those feet and ears. But what breed has the strength to drag basset ears more than halfway up? If I were forced to make a guess I’d say basenji, although there are a lot of dogs that look like basenji mixes and nowhere near as many that actually are. Still, something about his face…
I was at the top of a staircase when I saw Tadich coming up. I had to wait at the top because his ears took up the whole width, leaving me no room to pass.
What would a half basenji, half basset be, anyway? A bassetenji? A bassinet?
Someone’s not entirely sold on the backpack, but if it lets him come into the office every day he’s willing to put up with it.
It’s pretty amazing: every time Google rolls out a change to their search algorithm, it results in their search engine sending fewer and fewer people my way. I’m literally down to 1/4 what they were sending me two years ago, even though I have a bunch more content and quite a few more external links. It really seems like they are simply getting less and less interested in content that is created by end users, for end users. They’d rather send people to web sites that poach my pictures illegally and use them to sell flea and tick products, or indeed simply use them to get people to load a thousand web ads.
Not sure I like where this ‘internet’ thingie is headed, when we delegate all of our responsibility for determining that to Google. Maybe it’s just me.
I don’t have any notes on the pup, but I’m pretty sure he’s 11 or 12.
The guy is being such a drama queen! That dog weighs less than my laptop.
Needs doggles.
Autumn sent me another picture of the evil Adam-attacking bunny. Seemed like an appropriate subject for today.
Nearly spherical!
Guess where I got these pictures?
Most of the kitties were pretty active, but this one seemed just plain tuckered out.
His nose is black and pink!
I ran into Evan in a post office about a block away from that cat sanctuary I’ve been talking about so much. He was an absolute gentleman and a credit to his breed, McNabb or no.
You can tell just by looking at his goofy expression what his sense of humor is like. Sure enough, he sat on my foot and grinned at me, utterly unrepentant.