I was not the only one impressed by Jack (5 months old), as you can see from the pictures.
I am told Jack Straw cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon. Probably with cuteness.
I was not the only one impressed by Jack (5 months old), as you can see from the pictures.
I am told Jack Straw cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon. Probably with cuteness.
On the last day before we left our old office, a dog just wandered into our space. This was not in itself an unusual occurrence, but before it was always a beagle, belonging to someone from the office downstairs from us. This time it was a chihuahua in a hoodie, who seemed rather happy to meet us, and perhaps, though I may have been reading into things a bit, a little bit sorry to see us packing to leave.
I messed up a post last Friday, so I’m going to have to post it tomorrow for you, so you can see how I said goodbye to my old office. But, oh happy day, my new office is dog-friendly, so here’s who I got to say hello to when I moved in! (Unfortunately did not get a name, was too busy cuddling. Will get more pictures and a name soon though!)
Just saw this walking by (in the neighborhood called the Dogpatch) and thought, ‘ooh, that’s neat.’ It’s funny the things I notice and the things I don’t.
Wish me luck: my company is moving in with another subsidiary of the same parent company tomorrow, which means I will be surrounded by strange people… and also by some people I don’t know! (Hah hah, I keed, I keed. You guys know I love you.)
Another kitty from KitTea. Or, rather, the same one, just no longer riding Autumn. This was definitely my favorite cat of the day. So friendly and sweet.
You’ll readily see why Waffles and Bella were 2C2C (Too Cute To Caption) when you see the sheer number of pictures of the two of them I’m posting.
I’ve been hanging onto these pictures since last November. Waffles was, at the time, 6 months old. I do not have age information on Bella. Instead I have the cryptic note ‘Bella Middlebury mix Maltese mix’. Which might mean she’s from Middlebury, Indiana, or that I misspelled Maltese the first time.
A cocker to go with our springer. I ran into Daisy (10 months old) last year, and she did a little dance for me.
Another in my continuing series of ‘too cute to caption’: Remy was 5 months old when these pictures were taken, and one of the cuter dogs that I have ever had the pleasure of giggling uncontrollably at.
I saw Sasser this evening, and I just had to post her. She’s just three months old. I forgot to ask what breed she was, but I think she’s a springer. She could be a cocker, though. I can say with absolute certainty that she is SO. ADORABLE.
It’s funny, but these days some of the weirdest things I see in San Francisco are in stores. It’s like the retail is getting stranger as the inhabitants are getting less. This doesn’t strike me as a fair exchange.