Bird dog both for the shop window that I always see her in and for the ears, which make her look like she might fly away if she weren’t so sad.
They’re right near me. They’ve been around for ages, but only very recently got any interest from me. You can probably imagine why.
She always looks so utterly defeated. You just want to go inside and hug her and tell her everything is going to be all right.
Someone wasn’t entirely sure he liked me watching him sleep. (See below for the appropriate musical accompaniment.)
I firmly believe that my life would be wonderful if I could only be as comfy in any position as a cat can.
These two were completely set on keeping me from bothering mom, no matter how loud they had to be in order to do it.
I wonder if they’ve ever heard of the phrase ‘kind of defeats the purpose’.
I have no idea who this guy is or what he’s mixed with, but he’s cute! Also I seem to recall he helps mom at work.
I think we could all use a pocket-sized assistant, couldn’t we?
Might as well have another bespectacled pooch, huh? This little gal was at CorgiCon, and was surprisingly laid back for her breed (and I think she might have been rather young to boot). And she had the sunglasses on for the entire time I was watching her, and didn’t seem at all inclined to remove them. Maybe it really was a little too bright out there for her.
Is it just me or does her shadow look like a bison in a very strange position?
I am not sure this is Merle, but if it isn’t then I have no idea who it is. If this is her, she’s seven years old, and supposedly a German shepherd collie mix. The body shape doesn’t look entirely unreasonable for that, but the coloration is…
…okay, so that may not be the most noticeable thing about Merle, assuming this is her.
She actually tolerates the sunglasses for much longer than I would have expected.
She had them on for a couple of minutes and seemed to be able to see through them just fine.
Eventually she shakes her head and the glasses go up like this, and then they don’t bother her at all so she just goes around like this.
No notes on this pup, and being a Pomeranian, he could be anywhere from 9 months to 19 years old. They never seem to age, and neither do their smiles.
He really is pretty much a giant ball of floof with a face and tiny little feets.
My god… it was Caturday yesterday, and I had such a crazy week that I didn’t even notice!
Well, here’s a nice, relaxing Sunday seascape.
I am fascinated by the way the fog lies on the ocean way out there.
I walked up to these two and said, “Wow, your dog is gorgeous!” And the woman said, “She’s not my dog. Although I have a new best friend!” I can tell she and I would get along great.
And the human is probably pretty neat as well. 🙂
They were hanging out outside The Cliff House Restaurant, passing time while they waited for (presumably) different things.
I know nobody from Ireland says ‘top o’ the morning’, but then again, it’s not the morning, either. (Well, I guess it’s morning in Ireland, but…)
Blaise is 8, and gorgeous, and I don’t know why we don’t see more Irish setters like her around. They are magnificent dogs, which you almost can’t talk about without using the words ‘mane’ and ‘fetlock’.
They’re also the exact gorgeous color of a chestnut horse.
Sorry about the shadows, but I thought the expression was worth it.