This is Brit. Yes, her full name is Brittany, and she is a Brittany spaniel… a 14-week-old Brittany spaniel puppy, to be exact.
Well, it’s easy to remember, I’ll give them that.
I always forget how big Brittanys are when fully grown. If she’s this size at 14 weeks she’s gonna be a big’un!
Nose freckles!
Most dogs seem to love our local Walgreens. This one seems to have been an exception.
Not really sure what the deal was, since he seemed perfectly happy to greet people.
Maybe he tries to eat everything? I dunno.
In downtown Oakland, in a small street, is a little music store. A little music store with some very colorful inhabitants.
These two were pretty quiet while I was there, but I’m sure they sing beautifully.
There’s another kitty cafe in the area here, this one in Oakland. They’re called Cat Town, and they’re the first cat cafe to open in the United States (although the one in San Francisco got into the planning stages first.)
They’re less expensive and have just as many adorable kitties, although I got less snuggling in because I showed up when most of them were asleep.
This one was one of the snugglier ones.
Don’t have this gal’s name, but I know she was less than a year old.
Little smooches.
Those ears are ridiculous too.
I have SO MANY PICTURES. There are SO MANY DOGS. They are ALL SO AWESOME. It’s so hard to choose!
Poe Nue, whose name means ‘fat pearl’ in Tahitian, has an instagram page, which you should visit right now.
I misheard her name, thought it translated as ‘fat girl’. It sounded a little harsh.
Fat pearl does seem a lot nicer.
Irresistible.
She did a lot of this, even in the minute or two that I watched her.
She was almost a ‘too many pictures to caption’ dog.
The wattles are outrageous.
Ridiculous.
That snaggletooth.
Hey Lucy! I’m home!
Edit: Funny… the text was for a dog named Lucy, but everything else was from Zara. So… yeah. That’s a thing. Which happened.
She’s 8. A little grey around the muzzle, and some fabulous eyebrows, but otherwise you’d never know.
Haven’t had a really good nose shot in quite some time.
Ka$h (yes, with the dollar sign) is 5 months old, and is very concerned about your wellbeing.
I don’t know how this one does it but that sad face is just too much.
See? Just amazing.
Until he does this, and then he just looks silly.
Look at the stripe up his tail. So cute!
This cat was luring in all who passed on the sidewalk. When dogs do it, it either involves a human or it involves them being tied to something, at least in San Francisco. But this cat just decided that hanging out on the sidewalk and collecting scratches behind the ears was the order of the day, and thus did so.
This is her wiggling around and generally making it very obvious that her back is oh-so-very itchy.
And this is the ‘why did you stop’ face.
Marlowe, a refreshing variation on the jumble of Marleys that I have run across lately, is eleven weeks old. He has all the usual parts a puppy has, including snorgly nose, pettable ears, and a ridiculously adorable puppybelly. In short, he must be stopped, before he brings the city to a standstill.
Hey, don’t look at me. I don’t stop ’em, I encourage them.
Last puppy-parvo shot is at 16 weeks. Somewhere between 11 weeks and then is when they can start playing with other dogs.
Until then, they tend to get carried around a lot. And look sad.