A rare thing on this blog: some pictures from someone besides me. But this is a special occasion: a lot of humans and pups and kitties down in Florida (and still plenty in Texas!) who need help and homes. These two are lucky enough to have a family who took them out to play yesterday, while Irma was still on the horizon. (All the dog parks were closed, so they went out on Tampa Bay, an ‘effective dog park’. And then brought them back to the hotel, where they enjoyed a nice shower and a snooze.) Sleep safe, puppydogs! And humans, too!
Personally, I am donating to Second Harvest Food Bank of Central Florida and Habitat for Humanity Jacksonville on this one, but there are good charities for helping pets and wildlife too.
Eventful weekend. Including eight hours in an emergency room. Fortunately, the reason I was in there for eight hours was that after they finally dragged me in from the waiting room (2 hours) and got a doctor in to see me (45 minutes) they did a couple of tests (15 minutes) and determined that I was the least urgent person in the place. Which is certainly better than the alternative.
Still, spending the next five hours in a hospital waiting for some blood work (which should have taken roughly ten minutes) and a doctor to sign me out made me raaaaaather cranky. Especially since they discharged me about ten minutes after the last restaurant in the area closed and I hadn’t eaten in twenty eight hours.
So, for your Sunday Switchup, have a friendly seal and a sleepy seal. I will have more seals for you some other time.
Hooray for zoom lenses! If you click on the picture and look closely at the full-sized one you can even see his whiskers.
In honor of Bronte the gorgeous Irish wolfhound, who I posted in 2010 (without knowing her name) and whose dad just somehow found my pictures of her today, I present you with another Irish wolfhound, this one a puppy. A really young puppy.
No, seriously. Go look at this pup, who is the same age. Okay, okay, not a fair comparison, you say? Well, how about a Great Pyrenees puppy of the same age? They’re a big breed, but wolfhounds are just ginormous.
(Also, Apple’s spelling dictionary recognizes ginormous. Who’d’a thunk?)
They don’t get a lot ganglier than a 4-month-old wolfhound.
It was next to impossible to get pictures of him. Not because he was moving around or anything, but because there was essentially never a time when he wasn’t completely surrounded by people wanting to pet him.
This is only our second Irish terrier. Terr(ier)able!
Those ears that fold at the ends fascinate me. Do they have to be taped halfway up or something?
Roxy, one of Autumn’s family’s dogs, is very sick. They don’t know what it is, but she’s receiving the best of care at the local veterinary hospital.
Roxy and her old friend Tank, who is, alas, no longer with us.
I can’t believe I forgot to post a dog on labor day! I plead exhaustion… I hadn’t gotten much sleep for ages, due to heat. I cleaned all day and then went to sleep early.
I had meant to post Ladydog, the English pointer whippet mix, who I ran into while going down to Walgreens for cleaning supplies. So here’s a very slightly belated Labor Day dog for you.
Okay, look at this pup. How old do you think she is?
She is TWELVE. Twelve!
I thought she was maybe three. And then she jumped up on me and licked my face and I thought… a year. A year and a half max.
Yesterday’s post, you may have noticed, was somewhat abbreviated. In fact, it didn’t happen at all. This is because the high in San Francisco was 107 yesterday, and I was trying to fight off a sinus infection and was home from work, and I died. Nobody in San Francisco has air conditioning. It got up well above 110 in my apartment, and didn’t cool down past 85 until after 3 AM.
Today I elected to spend my day in the basement of Macy’s Union Square. Air conditioning, plenty of seating (some of which for some reason nobody ever uses). Food, drinks. There’s even one electrical outlet, although since I forgot my damn laptop charger that turns out to be of limited usefulness.
Anyway, today was a lot more pleasant than yesterday, even with the folks doing construction fifteen feet away and sawing through concrete.
So yeah. That happened.
Here, have a cat. Specifically, and I knew this song LONG before Big Bang Theory ever used it, a ‘Warm kitty, soft kitty, little ball of fur.’
Happy kitty. (No, really. Ears mostly forward, eyes mostly closed. This is a relaxed smile for a cat.)
Purr purr purr.
Pronounced like the Mexican dish, not the burrowing animal. Mole is getting close to two years old now. She’s an unknown mix, but probably border collie and maybe some Aussie. What we do know is that she was a herding dog on a farm in Peru, but she kind of flunked out of that for barking too much. According to my correspondent, this was probably because she was not getting enough love and cuddles and kisses. She gets plenty now, and she hardly barks any more. Except when she gets all excited, like she did when she met me. (So adorable.)
Fully convertible ears. Mostly, though, they just hang out to the sides.
One of her signature moves: she loves playing tug-of-war with the leash.
Seems to me she and her mom (and their friends) go on a lot of adventures together. Which is awesome.
A little blurry but I love the expression. And the ears.
Mole is a dog who knows how to amuse herself.
Although I’m pretty sure she was even happier when I joined in the game.
Louie the bernadoodle (no, no burning doodles!) is four months old in this picture. Just think how big he’s going to get!
Giant puppy smiles for everybody.
This was love at first sight. She must have sat there for ten minutes petting that dog. So adorable.