Just when I think I’ve seen every breed that’s out there in this wide world of ours, I run into something new. Anjee (4) is a new one on me! Pyrenean sheepdogs are the siblings of the Great Pyrenees: the Great is a livestock guard dog, and the shepherd is for herding. So. Awesome. But I don’t get why there aren’t more Anjees floating around out here. The breed is smart and friendly and (I’d guess) not nearly as stubborn as the Great Pyrenees.
Autumn didn’t just send me a catsnoot, she also sent me a really remarkable picture from her current trip to Ireland. I’m so jealous. Maybe someday.
Autumn sent me a cat snoot a little while ago. I hereby gift it to you.
Juneau is, despite the name, not a malamute mix, she is a four year old German shepherd. Her friend, Gracie (6), is mostly German shepherd, but she’s a quarter Australian shepherd.
I was having dinner with a friend (actually my housemate from when I was staying down in Monterey!) at North America’s oldest Italian restaurant, Fior di Italia. (You wouldn’t think the oldest Italian restaurant would be in a city that was founded 150 years after Boston was, would you? Seems weird!) Anyway, it is super yummy, I have been eating there on and off for over 20 years through two owners and two different locations and can recommend it wholeheartedly.
Anyway, we were sitting outside and watching all the cute dogs wander by. Fior gives them free dog biscuits! And then one of the managers showed up. He had, early this year, lost his good friend, a very young (don’t recall the exact age but under 5) Pembroke. Well, it took him a little while to get into emotional shape for a new pup, but he did, and the result was Brownie Bear, the 14-week-old ridiculous little goofball and chief happiness officer for Fior.
I’m afraid there will be no captions or hovertext because there are too many cute pictures. How will you live with only a bunch of adorable pictures of a fourteen week old corgi and none of my scintillating prose? Oh wait you already have three paragraphs of it, never mind.
I was briefly baffled by Sage. I was like, ‘Whoa, that’s not a Weimaraner, or a vizsla, or…’ Fortunately mom set me straight: she is a straight Doberman, with dilute coloration.
She is also a cheerful, chipper, happy nine-year-old girl.
I ran into Morty last weekend at a party, and he was very happy to meet me, despite the fact that he was only six weeks old and thus couldn’t run around and play with me and lick my ankles like he wanted to. I discovered that he was being fostered, and was soon to be adoptable, and the note I have says that he was at the ‘Oakland Animal Shelter’, but that doesn’t seem to exist, and I can’t find him on any of the sites (Oakland Animal Control, Oakland SPCA, etc) that I checked. So maybe he’s just not available yet? If you think he looks like a match for you, keep your eyes on the sites, I guess!
Layla may or may not have traded one of her nine lives for extra floof.
I was walking down the sidewalk when what should I see…
(Apparently she does this all the time, encouraged by mom.)
I ran across an English setter, only she wasn’t even setting!
