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.
Autumn is babysitting Boo, who has been identified by his owners as a velvety land hippo. And who are we to question?
Boo has some hip problems, the result of being stuck in a concrete-floored shelter for two damn years, but mostly doesn’t let that slow him down.
Totally game for the stairs.
Mac (8) is a red short-haired border collie, a breed that originates from up around Redding, CA, not so very far from San Francisco. And at least one of his owners is from near SF originally (not sure about the other.) And I ran into him with his family out in Wyoming. Small world!
Mac used to do a lot of herding. And he is, even as I post this, on his way back to the farm he herded at. You know. Just to keep a paw in.
Rawlins, Wyoming appears to be the deer capital of the world. I have gone cycling to various places six times and seen deer every single time. For a place with so much hunting equipment in the local Walmart, they sure aren’t scared of people.
Mom and dad were not too far off. Dad was a rather nice six-point buck with velvet still on his antlers.
Another kitty from the caboodle I captured at the Friends Forever Auburn Cat Sanctuary. She is the ruler of all she surveys, and suffers herself to be petted only occasionally and for short periods. And yet I like her. Because she’s got cat class, and she’s got cat style.
Or should that be ‘she’s got a fat… gut, and she’s got cat style’?