Can you all believe I haven’t posted a Norfolk terrier before? Well, Irwyn’s a great one to start with… not only is he a puppy, not only is he a-dorable, but he’s a-mazingly photogenic.
My hair used to do that sometimes. Back when I had hair.
Another breed of highly targeted ankle-lickers.
Not to mention lens-licker.
I am not sure what the story with her shoes was, I was in a bit too much of a hurry to get the story, but who cares? It’s hilarious and adorable.
I mistook her for a Coton de Tulear due to the enormous amount of fluff.
I only wish I looked as good in my running shoes.
Hump Dog Day. In particular, this one was a canine speed bump, just waiting for happy hour.
Mommy or Daddy was drinking their brunch, I suspect.
Shih Tzus always look a little pouty.
It’s funny, I now know of three different hair salons with dogs, and they’re all huskies.
So symmetrical. Also pointy.
Ran into this pup one day while having brunch. Needless to say, he was pretty happy to be where he was.
Someone needs some brushing. Maybe there was some swimming in this pup’s recent past?
Didn’t interrupt to ask any questions about the pup, a new level of restraint from me. 🙂
There was actually surprisingly little begging going on, given the food.
Gus is a mystery dog. He’s around 5, and definitely has some Aussie in him. Dad has guessed that he also has some Labrador retriever and some white shepherd, and I can’t argue. But he’s definitely an amalgam. Of awesome.
Airplane ears!
This was his expression 95% of the time. “Default giant grin.”
I took a ferry out to Alameda a couple weekends ago, having forgotten just how dumb the public transit there is: they have a ferry terminal that’s 4 miles from the middle of town and there’s no public transit between the two. It is a long walk, and entirely nonsensical. Oh well, at least it’s a pretty boat ride.
The new span of the Bay Bridge is obscured from here, unfortunately, because it’s pretty.
Pepper is 11 years old, and getting along fine, thank you. He looks amazingly different in the sun than in the shade, doesn’t he? Part of that is apparently because not too long ago, his groomer made the mistake of cutting him much too short, and, as sometimes happens with double-coated dogs, it didn’t all grow back quite right. Never shave your double-coated dogs, people: it’ll all end in tears!
I ran into the two of them right outside the Cowgirl Creamery store up in Point Reyes. Mmm. Cheese.
The fur is as soft as it looks. I almost think there’s some keeshond in there.
Someone took a nice snooze while mom was in the creamery.
Looks totally different in the sunlight, doesn’t he?
Dakota! Dakota is a pit/probably boxer mix. He was adopted from Family Dog Rescue, where his mom happens to volunteer. My notes say that he likes turning around in circles and is fascinated by doors, but hey, who doesn’t, and who isn’t?
I ran into Dakota and his mom today on the way to work. Now, it just so happens that I had run into Dakota before — twice, even! — and his mom gently reminded me of that fact, and I reminded myself that I had not, in fact, posted any pictures of Dakota. (Inexcusable!) She also asked me if I had gotten any good pictures, because she’d recently lost her phone and all the photos she’d had of him. So I had to run home after class and see what I had.
It turns out I didn’t post the first set of pictures because they all had serious problems with shadows. The first picture down below is an example of that, although it does at least display his adorable spotted nose to good effect. And it turns out I didn’t post any of the (very small) second set because I am a rude slacker. Especially since Dakota has such a great smile in several of them.
This is Dakota on May 27th. At that point he was supposedly 3 to 4 months.
And this is from August. I didn’t notice quite such a ridiculous underbite when I saw him today.
Some of the spectators at the surfing championships were just as entertaining to watch as the contestants, if not quite as active.
There was nothing that was not entertaining about this dog.
Bassets always have that long-suffering expression down pat.
That is the most hilariously-shaped head I think I have ever seen.