Tucker is three months old (born on New Year’s Day!) and already has an instagram. I don’t even have an Instagram and I’m forty-mumble. Kids these days!
Tucker is a bit overprotective of his rawhide chew. Growly puppy!
Look at those hugemongous and near-prehensile paws!
Lucy! I periodically run into her wandering about town, and have to be reminded that it has been nearly six years since I first met her! That’s longer than I’ve known most of the humans in my life. I ran into her again today, and I figured, ‘today’s a good Lucy-day!’ So here she is, the seven year old lucky-shar-pei herself.
Look at her. I usually find shar peis a little on the ugly side, but she is just absolutely gorgeous. Not super-wrinkly. Just right!
I don’t get enough schnozzle shots these days, I don’t know why.
Keiko the cutie is an 8-year-old boy, despite Keiko generally being a girl’s name in Japanese. Hey, it seems like a perfectly Shibe name to me.
Big for a shiba!
No idea why he was carrying the pup… they were just wandering down the Embarcadero this way.
Mazzie, Mazzie, fluffy and cute like Fozzie! (Okay, okay, I won’t quit my day job.) Mazzie is an 11-month-old boy with a happy-go-lucky easy-going air.
Reminds me of a certain First Dog…
Zelda is eleven! She gets around okay, which at her age is pretty great. And she drools a lot less than you might think.
Big yawn, curly tongue.
She looks like a good cuddler. As long as you have a giant California King bed.
This is B. Not Bea, not Bee, just B. It’s not even short for anything. IT’S JUST B OKAY SHEESH LEAVE HER ALONE! Also she’s 3 years old and is a ‘miniature St. Bernard’. Which means that she is only the size of a very small pony.
B looks like she is remarkably free of drool. This was not the case in person, I (or at least my sweatpants) regret to inform you.
This is from my trip down the coast. Kinda pretty, innit?
As you perhaps have guessed, I ran into Donovan at the St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in San Francisco this year. He seemed to be enjoying them, all things considered.
It’s funny, I thought he was small for the breed, but he’s 150 lbs and the breed standard minimum is 120 and the maximum is around 180-ish.
Very tolerant. He didn’t seem to mind when his dad put this on his head. Which is more than you could’ve said about me.
Let’s play ‘where’s Linus’? (Male, 6 years old, happy-go-lucky, and named after Linus usitatissimum, the flax flower! Commonly used for coughs and as a lax– er. Yes, I guess there is such a thing as too much information.)
Autumn will adore this bag. Especially that little floppy flap thing that apparently holds it closed…
Oh my goodness THAT’S LINUS! (Who really loves chilling out inside the bag and traveling with mom.)
I have a little cold, so I need some fluff therapy. And oh my god is this fluff therapy. Ojai (girl, 2 months old) is named after the place that I wrote a blog post from recently, and is every bit as cute. So cute, in fact, that I am just going to shower you with a bunch of pictures, no captions or hovertext today.
