Finn (4 months old) was not sure about me. Well, no, I like: he was absolutely sure he did not want to be anywhere near me.
I get along with a surprising number of dogs, including quite a few that aren’t always the friendliest with other people. But sometimes you just have to admit defeat.
He was willing to hold still under two conditions. One, when he was being fed…
…and two when he was as far away from me as canine-ly possible.
Sure, this guy seems to have lost a flipper, but there’s no call for him to go taking it out on me.
Wrought iron seems an odd choice for something that spends almost all of its time damp.
One of Autumn’s family’s cats and one of their dogs, getting in some quality snooze time before the cat wanders off somewhere and the dog goes back to being utterly bananas. (Photo by Autumn.)
They don’t always get along this well. Especially when the dog is being a complete and utter nutcase.
Some days, you just want to crawl into your Christmas Ale box and pull the blanket up over your head and not come out until… much, much later.
Little Chief is the store dog for the Jackson Market, near where I live. He apparently often sits in the window, but the day I visited it was rather chilly, and he was staying warm.
Little Chief is an unusually handsome pug!
Not really entirely a double dog day, since the back one is kind of blurry. Maybe a dog and a half?
Oh man I ran into an old friend today! I saw this dog and I thought she was adorable but it wasn’t until mom said she thought I might have taken pictures of her before when it clicked. It was back in 2012, around August. Four and a half years ago! But I even told her mom what street corner I ran into her on, and then when I went back and checked after I got home, sure enough, it was that exact corner.
And y’know what? I am not going to say that she remembered me too. But when I kneeled down and said hello to her she came right over, licked me all over my face, and put her paws on my shoulders. And her mom asked me if I had been rolling in bacon or something, so apparently she doesn’t do that for ALL the guys.
I feel blessed somehow. Like Dog came to me and told me that everything was going to be all right. 🙂
It’s been a bit chilly in SF. Not what other people consider ‘cold’, but well into the high 40s some days. And that makes some dogs quite uncomfortable. Thus, coats.
So, who wants to meet me at the Dog Film Festival San Francisco? Sunday, February 19th, Roxie Theatre. Just a few days before my birthday, too!
In honor of yesterday, National Hat Day, have a picture of Austin looking awesome.
It goes really well with both him and the sofa.
I was walking down Divisadero one fine morning and found a couple people crouched in front of the door to a store. Naturally, being an inquisitive sort, I stopped to see what was going on. At which point one of them said, “Go, save yourself! It’s already got us!”
Well, ‘it’ was the store kitty for a pet supplies shop called ‘Black Nose Trading Co’, and he (they said they thought he was a boy named something-‘worth’ or something-‘worthy’) was standing in front of the mail slot for the not-yet-open shop and demanding to be petted. Loudly and insistently. And once you started, he made it very, very clear that he did NOT want you to stop.
Purrs vibrating the door.
This is what happened when you tried to stop petting him. Complete with razor-sharp claws.
Sad kitty-face. Nobody petting him right at that moment.
I don’t really know what breed this pup is, but he sure doesn’t look happy.
Someone must have gotten into something awful, or gotten terribly matted.
Wags won’t shear pups like this without a pretty good reason.
What is Potato mixed with? I can’t even begin to guess. But it must be something big, because wow! At 4 months? That’s one super-sized Potato!
That expression. Plus that little bit of pink nose. Plus the pink-and-black puppy lips. Oh god I am in love.