Because everyone needs more Paddington in their lives, especially on tax day.
And, as I suspected, there is more Paddington still to come. Heck, there might be enough Paddington for this entire week. Would you be sorry? I wouldn’t.
Because everyone needs more Paddington in their lives, especially on tax day.
And, as I suspected, there is more Paddington still to come. Heck, there might be enough Paddington for this entire week. Would you be sorry? I wouldn’t.
So, you remember on Saturday I said the kitty had a canine brother? Well, meet Paddington, the 16-week-old Pembroke Welsh corgi. I can’t even come close to doing him justice in just one day. I took hundreds of pictures of him and most of them turned out good, so I’m just going to pick some for today and some for tomorrow and heck, maybe even some more for Wednesday. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.
Some of you may remember that I posted a member of the ‘Wag Patrol’, which is a group of therapy dogs who wander the San Francisco Airport calming down those who are anxious about flying.
Well, I say ‘a group of therapy dogs’, but as it happens, that’s no longer an inclusive enough term. LiLou joined their ranks last year, complete with adorable painted toenails. I knew she lived in the neighborhood but I have never been lucky enough to run into her until last week. Even then, alas, the lighting was kind of crappy, but it was just too good an opportunity to miss. I guess she is hypoallergenic, and although quite a few people have dog phobias, almost nobody’s got a pig phobia. And hey, how on earth could you be afraid of that face?
This is not just any bob-tail cat. This is the feline brother of a certain dog that you will be seeing shortly. The two share a certain lightness in the tail department, and very friendly dispositions.
So, yesterday (shh, I know it was two days ago, just pretend with me) I posted an adorable male 5-year-old German shepherd mix named Dr. Pepper. So today may I introduce Pepper, an adorable female 1.5-year-old German shepherd mix. And yes, she doesn’t have her doctorate yet, but come ON, she’s only ten and a half in human years!
In the immortal words of Peter Venkman, “Oh, we have to get these two together.”
Come to think of it, the response, “I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous,” might also apply. Tails flying everywhere, bruised knees galore.
This is the first of a tale of two dogs: meet Dr. Pepper, the German shepherd Labrador retriever maybe mix, age 5. Note his alert expression, his lovely eyes. Especially note his magnificent, foofly tail. Remember them for tomorrow. There will be a quiz.
His tongue is a little bit too long for his mouth. It dries out at night.
Well, sometimes I fall asleep with my tongue open, so I know how it is.
So this is how the one percent live.
I’d post rescue contact info on this kitty, but I think the guy whose hand this is actually ended up adopting him. Lucky guy!
Only one picture came out, I don’t have his name or age or anything, but there’s no way I could possibly not post this dog.