Arty was one year old on the day this picture was taken, and dad had some birthday plans!
Arty was one year old on the day this picture was taken, and dad had some birthday plans!
It’s in the 30s here. I could use a little bit of the sunshine that this pup is basking in.
Bertie’s a tough one. Any ideas from the peanut gallery?
I was planning on saving Diamond for a rainy day but I just couldn’t wait. She is 2 months old and every bit as precious as her name implies.
I remember when I was a kid I used to wander around poking at milkweed pods and playing with all the cute little beetles. As far as I know they don’t exist out West, and I don’t think I ever saw them around where I went to high school either, but I sure did see plenty in Michigan and Massachusetts.
I’m at Autumn’s folks’ house, sitting next to Calamity the kitty cat (16-ish). She is thinking deep thoughts.
She lives with two large hyper dogs. I wonder if cats can get PTSD. “Pet Traumatic Stress Disorder”?
Kai is just about the least concerned basenji ever. How can I tell? She doesn’t have the forehead wrinkles! What she does have, however, is an instagram page that contains at least one schnozz-only shot.
There’s a ring to the name of Rosie, a ring ding ding to the name of Rosie…
Rosie is a schnauzer/poodle mix, and she’s 4 years old. She is a volunteer therapy pup, helping people at Kaiser Permanente Redwood City who are nervous about getting surgery, whether it’s them getting it or their family or friends. What a good dog!