Cabby is short for Cabernet, Newfie is short for Newfoundland Dog, and this pup isn’t short for anything at all, being quite tall. She’s also of drinking age, for a Newfie at least (in her case eleven and a half), and I found her in her favorite watering hole, a charming spot simply known as ‘The Bar’.
You know I was walking by the pub and only came in because I saw her, right?
Just a giant teddy bear.
Look at these two. Just chillin’ in their little fishbowl at the adoption agency, waiting for someone to come and take them home and love them forever. Hint hint hint hint.
Which one would you want?
Hint: ‘both’ is the only acceptable answer.
Okay, it’s ‘only’ one (smallish) block. But it was a NICE block, with a cheerful little hardware store and a tasty restaurant and a bar I’d never actually been in but I am sure it was nice. And lots of people’s homes. I hope everyone is okay.
Just ran into Dennis today, so he is still available at Family Dog Rescue! Hurry and snatch him up because he is adorable, and is a big favorite of the staff there: he’s mellow (especially for a puppy) and sweet but only a tiny bit shy. It took him around a minute to warm up to me, and did not involve any treats. Getting him to pose for the camera? That involved treats.
Posting from phone. Computer is tied up at the moment.
(What? Adoptable? But I have a perfectly good human right here!)
(Don’t you want me any more? ):
Ecco’s back, and he’s gonna be in trouble! Ecco is now 9 months old, and busy ignoring most of what mom tells him to do except for when HE wants to do it. He did not want to sit. He wanted to come sniff me. And so Ecco did.
Huskeranian is such a great word.
Floooooofy tail.
That’s mom trying to get him to sit. Nope. Not gonna happen.
I saw this dog, sitting patiently out in front of a local watering hole, paws calmly crossed in front of her, and I instantly thought, “I have seen her before. I know I have.” A blue merle (but with some brown) Australian shepherd, left eye blue, right eye brown, who sits out in front of places waiting patiently with her paws crossed. I was absolutely certain I’d run across that before.
So I went home and I looked around some and it took me a while, but I finally found her. Taken in December of 2011, posted in January of 2012. I don’t know what amazes me more: that I remembered having seen this dog before, or that this was in fact a different blue merle (but with some brown) Australian shepherd, left eye blue, right eye brown, who sits out in front of places waiting patiently with her paws crossed.
Look at that face. The coloration is just so gorgeous.
I can’t believe how unobservant I was. They both sit out in front of places with their paws crossed, but they have different ones on top! Duh.
Pretty big Aussie, with an unusual amount of floof.
I dunno, I’m all for canine rights, but I can’t help but feel that there may be some safety issues when your paws can’t reach the floor.
So in all seriousness… this doesn’t strike me as a good idea.
What do I know, I guess. I have never even driven a dog in a car. They certainly weren’t going fast.
Pretty adorable regardless.
I have probably walked by this building, Five Lusk Street, a couple hundred times in my years of working in SOMA. I have never, until last week, looked at it from the back, where it becomes apparent just how strange a building it actually is. From the front? Looks like a perfectly normal if ugly building. From the side? Ditto, or possibly double-ditto. But from the back?
This is a condo. A 2300-square-foot condo. The end is too narrow for a normal door. And it might just be the ugliest dwelling I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not a single redeeming feature.
I was on BART today, riding on out to the East Bay, and I kept thinking I heard meowing noises, even over the sound of the train and the audiobook I was listening to. Honestly, I thought I was going a little nuts. And then I heard someone say to a little boy, “Yes, they have kittens!” And sure enough, there was a box full of little kittens, not far away.
I know, I know, it would have been a bad thing to have opened the box. But still. Kittens!
Melt.
I’ve been a bad boy: I disappeared from my blog without notice for three days. I can only plead a very busy week, work-wise, probably the busiest since I started this job almost two years ago. Next week promises to be much more reasonable.
Anyway. It’s Friday. Have a Berner.
Urban (dog) sprawl.
Ear-fur whipping in the wind.