Now you might think from the first picture that Swenson is a full-grown golden retriever, and if you did I wouldn’t blame you. But actually that’s Swenson, the nine-month-old long-haired miniature dachshund puppy behind that huge smile and pokey snoot.
Odie (4) is also known as Odie On Fifth. I don’t know if that’s Fifth Avenue or Fifth Street, but it’s definitely First Class.
Can’t tell if these two are English mastiffs or bullmastiffs, nor whether the one looking at the camera is grey, black (in direct sunlight), or dark/brindle (which is what I think the closer one is). Maybe we can get Autumn to chime in? Or maybe one of you out there can tell me?
Blade (2) is a vicious, evil, terrible… hold on… I’m just getting a message that the staff at the hotel Blade and his dad are staying at have given Blade the nickname ‘Butterknife’. Apparently he came into the hotel, licked everyone in sight, got into the elevator, and (never having ridden in an elevator before) instantly wet himself the moment it started moving.
Ah, well, fortunately Blade is not employed to protect his dad from LITTLE MOVING ROOMS.
Clapton is thirteen years old, and he’s doing great! His back legs aren’t working quite as well as they used to but he still gets around the park just fine. He does have trouble walking long distances, though, so dad got him some assistance of the best kind.
Also included is a bonus completely bewildering picture.
Rip (3) is named after a character in Yellowstone, which is a show that I have not had the pleasure of watching. But if the main character was a dog this cute, I’d be on it like cute on pups.
Autumn sent me a picture of Layla.
Arlo (6 months) has dangerously high levels of happy.
June was 1 year old in, well, June. She is very striking, especially given how few Dobermans we have running around the city.
Bonbon is 7 months old, and will be your friend for many years to come, if you’ll allow it.
