Soba (7) is a ‘half husky half supermutt’ according to her folks, but I would say she’s half husky and ALL supermutt!
When asked to sit, she scooted back and parked herself on mom’s foot, so mom couldn’t go anywhere.
I ran into Saltine (9) and asked her mom what she was, and she said, ‘a lot of things’, so I decided she was a ‘melange’. Mom thought that sounded good.
She looks a little older than she is, but she gets around just fine. She just went grey early. Like I went bald early.
I think ‘Indiana Jones’ is an awesome name for a border collie. Which is reasonable, since Indiana Jones (2) is an awesome border collie.
Autumn is on the other end of that stare. She has iron will, or she’d have given up her sandwich.
If I lived in this house, I’d be really paranoid that my bedroom would … just … fall off.
Tino was five months old in these pictures. He’s not exactly going to grow up to be a big dog, but he’s got a lot of stage presence.
Ran into him in a local grocery, charming the socks (what else, at that size?) off of everyone who walked by.
This fellow was snoozing on the dashboard of a RV in motion. Probably okay… the damn RV was so big that I doubt it could stop short enough to disturb the pup.
I still don’t think I’d let my own dog do something like this. Just seems precarious.
Bailey (9) is an honorary Dog of San Francisco, since I actually ran into him in the Charlotte airport over Christmas. He was snug as a pup in a bag, which is my new saying that means ‘really damn comfy’.
The bag is a soft travel kennel, but Bailey loves traveling with his head sticking out the ‘window’.
So sure, it’s pretty destructive. But it’s pretty.
Ran into this kitty when I was off flying across the country over Christmas. I am going to say that she wasn’t entirely pleased to be on a trip, but she was surprisingly mellow for all that.
I wonder if they have breathing problems, like ‘squooshy-faced’ dogs do?