I ran across a sign outside a local art gallery. It said ‘Yoga With Puppies’. So I peeked through the window.


I saw Dexter and wandered over to say hello, and despite the fact that neither he nor I have run across him since ALMOST TEN YEARS AGO, she recognized me, and after she reminded me, I even remembered taking some pictures of him, in a Starbucks down town. He was a Macy’s window pup in 2010, so he is very nearly as old as our dear blog.
Archie (1) is a good name for today, because I was just recently thinking about “archy and mehitabel” (the only cockroach-and-cat double act that I know of, at least from the early 20th century, and well worth the read of not just that poem but the rest of their oeuvre as well).
Archie is not a cockroach. He is a floofy sheepadoodle.
Gus! My notes say ‘Gus 1 Bernadeedle 7’. I’m not sure what this means. It can’t be a score, because Gus is clearly a winner.
A relatively recent addition to the San Francisco skyline, the Transbay Tower has some pretty funny effects on Karl, our resident fog.
These two are only my second and third smooth-coated Brussels griffons, and I didn’t even recognize the breed! Gus (in the blue) is 4, and Abigail is 3, but they both have the same parents. And unlike many brothers and sisters, they get along great!
This four-year-old is definitely the first ‘Bill the Dog’ I’ve ever met, and boy, is he a distinctive one!
Bodie (7) has a funny note on her too: it says ‘crazy genes’. Crazy AWESOME, I’d say!