I ran into Dexter last month, immediately after I ran into another Swiss dog, a Bernese mountain dog. They were like two blocks apart, and I mentioned that if the couple walking Dexter hurried they could catch up with the Berner. And they did hurry. So I’m not the only one willing to chase dogs for fun.
He was a huge goof, but this was the only picture that came out. Fortunately it did capture his full goof.
So, this happened today: Concur buys Hipmunk to add search to its travel and expense management platform. Don’t worry for me, everything’s fine. Just… shaken up quite a bit.
It’s been a long day. Yes. Quite. So here’s Pax, aka pax_the_americanbulldog on the magic instamagrams. Pax means peace, which is what we need a little more of. Also, please adore her ears, for that is what they are there for.
Go look at her instagram. It is magnificent.
I feel like she has a map of some undiscovered world on her side.
You can always tell when someone knows exactly how to pet a dog.
I’m calling another puppy day. Partly due to stress, sure, but partly because I just can’t sit on this little guy any longer. Indy was 8 weeks old when I took these pictures, still too young to interact with other dogs. And, quelle horreur, that meant that, because I had been running around petting all the dogs I could see, I couldn’t even pet Indy! The sheer injustice of it all takes your breath away! (Well, okay, it’s not ‘mass graves’ levels of injustice, but it’s still pretty bad.)
I had a nice vacation. Aside from all the work emergencies during it. And all of the non-emergency work I had to do during it. And the classwork I had to do during it. And all of the life maintenance stuff I had to do during it. And some other miscellaneous stress I will have to talk about some other time. But in fairness, it really was a gorgeous little cabin, and there really was some wonderful hiking, and there really were some lovely little restaurants… mmm… now I’m hungry.
I think this was Indy’s first time out and about for just a casual walk around the neighborhood.
Mom was still getting used to the high-pitched squealing sounds and the people keeling over in a dead faint.
He was a little wiggly. Not as much as you might expect.
There’s a local gallery that sometimes has a kitty gracing their front window.
Very ostentatiously looking the other way.
This poor little pup was shy, and was at the same time tied up outside of my favorite little cafe on Chestnut street. So he had to endure the adoring glances of not only myself but of everyone else who passed by. So cute!
I’m somewhere quite chilly today: I’m hanging out up in the North Bay. I decided to nearly take a few days off. And what I mean by that is, I had a couple of days off of my class, so I decided to work remotely for Thursday and Friday (and take Wednesday off) and hang out in a nifty little rental cabin in the woods near Point Reyes. Since I haven’t taken any significant leave OR trip since my medical leave at the beginning of the year, I figured I was due. It’s not cheap, but it’s worth it.
Most of the North Bay is quite hot this time of year, though it does get down into the high 50s at night. Here, it’s going to get down to the mid-40s and may get up as high as 70 tomorrow. But probably not. And, well, cabins aren’t terribly well insulated, and I’m too stubborn to turn on the heat unless it dips below freezing, as long as there are sweaters and down comforters.
But damn, is it hard to get out of bed in the morning.
He was hiding behind a table. Not that that prevented anyone from noticing him, and squealing.
For those of you near San Francisco, you may well see me this coming Saturday if you happen to drop by the World Surf Dog Championships in Pacifica, CA. I gather this isn’t the one that’s been around a while — that’s down in Southern California — but I’m hoping there’ll be a good canine crowd, and I’m bringing along my long lens to see if I can catch any of those puppies hanging… um… two? Four? Eight? Sixteen? Anywhere up to twenty-two (in the case of double dewclaws)? Your guess is as good as mine.
This guy wasn’t spooked or shy or anything, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dog with his ears shoved this far back before. C’mon, little guy, what gives?
He was sitting directly in the way of a door into a deli. Couldn’t open without him moving.
I have this feeling that this wasn’t QUITE where he’d been left.
Coco, also known as @sf_whoodle on da instant-grahams, came and visited us poor dog-deprived people in our new office. Our old office had occasional doggie visitors, Henry and Greyson, but we have not been so lucky in our new place. Until Coco, who apparently is a regular downstairs from us, came by to say hello.
Does anyone else think it should be ‘Wootle?’
I love it when the dog is holding still, but the human is moving too fast for the camera.
One of my coworkers, who shall remain nameless unless she chimes in in the comments.
I saw this outside my company’s new HQ, less than a week into our use of the space. I just had to get a picture, especially after I saw its license plate.
The Volkswagen Thing. Not exactly reliable. With a reputation for attracting rust like the waste bin at McDonalds attracts flies. Mainly notable for how easy it is to go crashing through the windshield even if it IS up (which it is not in this picture).
And yet, strangely awesome. Especially when named ‘Roofles’.
In an effort to make getting a bunch of stuff done today a little more palatable, I went over and hung out at KitTea’s little tea lounge for a few hours. I got some stuff done, and I also got some cute cat pictures, of an obliging little kitten who came right up to the window in front of me and said hi.
The cats were on a 5 minute break between visitors when these were taken. This little guy couldn’t wait!
White whiskers! Someone there compared them to ‘curb feelers for a cat’.