The Dogs of San Francisco

Just in case you thought maybe all the affection went in one direction. We got plenty of smooches from Paddington.

Licks Autumn, gnaws on me. Yeah, that’s pretty typical.

I could just sit and watch this dog for hours. Well, I could sit and watch any dog for hours, but with this one I would probably miss a meal or two and not even notice.

I swear he cycles through every possible expression so fast that you can’t even see them without a high-speed camera.

Okay, I’m going to give up for tonight. And yes, there are still oodles left. Oy.

There are few faces that can express joy so thoroughly as a cuddled corgi puppy’s can.

I can’t decide if I like the last one — delighted — or this one — delightedly derpy — better. (Hovertext is with apologies to Frederick the Great, Ogden Nash, possibly Groucho Marx, and a certain 1998 Beggin’ Strips commercial.)

Speaking of derpy.

Ever heard the expression ‘you’d think butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth’?

Paddington seems to have learned a few cat-tricks from his feline brother. Including playing with dangly-toys.

He wiggles around in the most hilarious ways when he’s chewing on a bone.

It’s like putting your head in the lion’s mouth, except the lion’s teeth aren’t nearly this sharp.

This may be the most perfect moment I have ever captured on my camera.