Someone help me out here… I feel like this is probably a real breed but I don’t know what.
Edit: As Peggy says below in the comments, this has got to be a cairn terrier. Thanks!
I was wandering through a parking lot in the Presidio, when what to my wondering eyes should appear…
…than a miniature dog, and a very patient person who sat there idling while I took pictures.
Another friend from CorgiCon. He was one of several who had never ever been to the beach before, I believe. I am getting the feeling that maaaaaybe he liked it?
Question one: how did he get that much sand to stick to his face?
Question two: how did he get rid of it all five seconds later? (Alternate question two: was it crunchy?)
You might have to zoom in a bit (click on the photo to see it larger, or click here in order to see the full-sized picture) to see:
I hesitated about putting the people into the list, but some of them MUST be wild… surely?
These two kittens were at an adoption fair I stumbled on a while back, but they were already spoken for. Someone was adopting both, so they didn’t have to miss one another. Yay!
I guess they’d been found with mom, wild, but they’d been caught early enough to be perfectly comfortable around humans.
How did she get him to pose like that? None of them posed like that for ME!
He’s even ignoring the ball!
This was one of the other non-Corgi visitors to CorgiCon. (Other besides me, I mean.) He seemed to be having almost as good a time there as I was.
My hair used to look like that, some mornings. Back when I had hair.
Yes, it’s Ratterday-on-Bunday, and I don’t mean that strange little town in southeastern England. I went to the San Francisco Dungeon’s Rat Cafe yesterday, and it was…
…a disappointing experience in more or less every way. I could have planned better given fifteen minutes and a piece of paper and a small pencil stub.
We arrived at 9 AM, to find that the ‘cafe’ was an almost-unlit room with a bunch of stand-up tables, a pair of pots of coffee (and no tea!), some Costco pastries, and not even any water! (They sent someone out to buy water, so after twenty minutes or so we got some bottled water in. That’s thinking ahead!) We all stood around feeling somewhat confused. Where were the rats? Never mind the rats, where were the chairs? The concrete floor was hard on a lot of people’s feet. There was no butter (let alone marmalade and clotted cream) for the scones. Did I mention that THERE WAS NO TEA?
Finally, after half an hour, they let us into a room, where five or six volunteers stood around with one rat each. We were allowed to approach the volunteers and, if the rat was in a good mood, interact with him or her. No holding the rats. There were around, what, thirty? forty? of us. Did I mention six rats? And no tables. And a tiny room, so everyone was crammed in tight. I ate two elbows.
And then, after slightly more than 30 minutes, they herded us all out again. No more rats. We could go on the San Francisco Dungeon ride if we wanted. Well, I did. That was 90 minutes of my life that I will not regain. It was basically Disney with a much smaller price tag but roughly the same profit margin. It was supposedly educational, but you could’ve learned more San Francisco history for free off of a single one of the signs on Hyde Street Pier, and it would’ve taken you 40 seconds, max, to read.
I happened to overhear that one of the coordinators of the Dungeon was fairly high up the food chain in the entertainment organization department at Disney. Welp, I suspect that if he left to make his million he’s been successful, but he sure hasn’t made anything much of interest to me. And that, alas, includes the rat cafe.
That said, the rats were cute, as were one or two of the visitors.
Meet Lilah. Lilah has been a rat enthusiast since she was three months old. If you do not think this is adorable there is something very wrong with you.
More Cat Town kittypix!
These three (there’s another one back there) were the only ones moving around for quite a while.
Another corgi from CorgiCon.
There was kelp scattered around on the beach. Shockingly (given the smell) most of the dogs weren’t very interested.
Despite the hovertext, this one was, and had to be dragged away to keep him from rolling in it.
I ran into Stella, a lovely lady of 5 years old and sunny disposition, on my little jaunt up to the North Bay. (Thanks, David and Florence, for inviting me up there!) She and her mom, an equally lovely lady of equally sunny disposition, were doing some gardening when I imposed upon them to get some pictures of Stella. I then learned that not only is she adorable, she is also talented: she tries very hard to help teach the horses to do all the tricks that they are supposed to learn, by modeling the behaviors. I hope I’ll get to see this next time I’m up there because it sounds adorable.
I got a boodle of pictures of Stella, so I am going to wimp out (again!) and not do any captions or hovertext. I’m sure you can make a narrative of your own. The only things you need to know are that Stella does seem, despite all the extended tongues, to quite like being picked up, and that she is a complete leaner… the most difficult part of taking pictures of her was keeping her from coming over and leaning against my knee when I was kneeling down.
