This is not just any bob-tail cat. This is the feline brother of a certain dog that you will be seeing shortly. The two share a certain lightness in the tail department, and very friendly dispositions.
I didn’t catch the kitty’s name, alas.
He had a nice little shelf in front of the window to lounge on. I need to get me one of those.
My favorite kind of kitty. Aloof for… roughly 15 seconds.
So, yesterday (shh, I know it was two days ago, just pretend with me) I posted an adorable male 5-year-old German shepherd mix named Dr. Pepper. So today may I introduce Pepper, an adorable female 1.5-year-old German shepherd mix. And yes, she doesn’t have her doctorate yet, but come ON, she’s only ten and a half in human years!
In the immortal words of Peter Venkman, “Oh, we have to get these two together.”
Come to think of it, the response, “I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous,” might also apply. Tails flying everywhere, bruised knees galore.
Look at the markings on her chest. Lovely.
A little of the same stare, although not quite as intense.
I’m serious. We need to get these two together.
This is the first of a tale of two dogs: meet Dr. Pepper, the German shepherd Labrador retriever maybe mix, age 5. Note his alert expression, his lovely eyes. Especially note his magnificent, foofly tail. Remember them for tomorrow. There will be a quiz.
Dr. Pepper lives right near me, so I get to meet him at the bus stop regularly. Yay!
With a stare like that, there might be some border collie in there too.
I am informed that there are a few pictures of Dr. Pepper around in a mortarboard hat, from when he graduated top of his class from puppy obedience school. And that he hated the hat. Which makes me want to see the pictures even more.
There’s that tail on full display.
His tongue is a little bit too long for his mouth. It dries out at night.
Well, sometimes I fall asleep with my tongue open, so I know how it is.
Rescue pup. A little on the nervous side around me.
So this is how the one percent live.
He does look rather serious, doesn’t he? Perhaps he’s on his way to a business meeting.
I’d post rescue contact info on this kitty, but I think the guy whose hand this is actually ended up adopting him. Lucky guy!
He didn’t seem to mind being ‘manhandled’ in the slightest.
He just sat there, and purred… and grinned.
Only one picture came out, I don’t have his name or age or anything, but there’s no way I could possibly not post this dog.
And yes the tongue is stuck that way. Let that be a lesson to you, children of the world.
Oh good lord you have got to be kidding me.
Stella (‘Nugget’ is her nickname) was 6 months old when these were taken.
Stella has an instagram account. You know you want to.
Coco (1 year) is not in fact named cocoa even though she kind of looks like she’s made of hot cocoa with marshmallows and whipped cream.
Mmm… hot cocoa… whipped cream…
It actually took some work to get Coco’s attention.
And then once I got her attention it was quite a challenge to get her far enough from me to take pictures.
Huskies always have such gorgeous markings. This one looks less evil than most.
I get it. It’s so hard for dogs to understand why a human would be paying attention to them but not petting them.
Hence, this.
I have always loved this statue, in Yerba Buena Gardens near the convention center in San Francisco. It’s even better when it has just come from a convention.
He’s from Materion Advanced Materials Group, so I guess he must be made of advanced materials.