A goggie in doggles! I ran into this sleek devil at the opening day celebration for the Giants, but she looks like she’s more into motor sports.
Not honestly sure what the doggles were for, but they were pretty goofy.
A perfect fit!
Just chillin’ out on mom’s knee.
A pup in uniform, to celebrate game day.
Clearly we have an athlete among us.
I sat next to Skye the German shepherd husky Lab mix at an outdoor cafe. I distracted her horribly from her rawhide chew. I was, of course, terribly sorry.
Her parents were mildly annoyed, actually, so I really did feel a little sorry. As well as being a little flattered when I was more interesting than her rawhide chew. (No, it wasn’t our food, because it started long before we got our food.) But mostly I just felt happy to meet her.
Skye knows a number of tricks.
Those eyes.
You can see why I was flattered that she preferred me petting her. She was definitely a fan of the rawhide chew.
Took this picture at Wags, the famed ‘dog wash of Polk Street’. They really are the best show in town… stand outside and you can see all sorts of dogs playing with each other, resting, jumping around, or just hanging out. And the people there really love the pups, as you can see.
I think Barkley was a puppy, but I’m not sure… could be just a small doodle.
This is Peace, and she is every bit as gentle as her name implies. Her dad provided a bit of back-story: she was a rescue (how lucky is that? a rescue Berner?) who came with the name, and he thought it was kind of corny, but by the time he started thinking about changing it she was already used to it, and, well, so was he. And now she’s six years old, and the name fits her like a glove.
Certainly lived up to her name around me: polite, gentle, and the friendliest thing on four feet.
From a cat meetup in the park a few years back.
Turns out that shaking your keys is a good way to get a nice picture of a kitty.
When I think of a collie it’s always a tricolor collie. Lassie is to blame for that, I guess. Lassie, the dog with the name that meant ‘girl’, who played a boy dog on screen, but who was actually a girl. Versatile actor, cute dog, what’s not to like?
Wiley (2 years old) is pretty adorable too. And quite well-trained: he knows sit, lie down, shake, other paw, and speak, at the very least.
A lot of people like walking their dogs down the raised concrete on the Embarcadero.
Another trick he seems to have mastered instinctively is ‘be all friendly’.
Tidus is probably the most frequently-posted dog on our little blog here. Not hard to see why, is it?
He plays a lot more with Autumn than he does with me, but sometimes he can be persuaded.
I would never have guessed this guy’s breed in a million years. I’m not saying it’s impossible, or even unlikely: he has a bit of saddle marking to him, his fur is no fluffier than a moderate German shepherd, his muzzle is shorter than a shepherd, his ears are half flopped, and he’s pretty much just in between the two in size. (He’s 3, so no longer a growing puppy.)
But… pug German shepherd mix? Really? That’s almost harder to imagine than Chihuahua German shepherd mix. They’re just such amazingly… different dogs.
And, related to nothing, it’s amusing how many dogs I’ve run into named after Norse mythological constructs recently. Lots of Thors, Lokis, a couple of Odins, a Freya, and now a Valhalla, and all within the last year or two. Not so much before that. Is this all straight out of the Thor and Avenger movies, or is there something else I don’t know about going on?
Ran into Valhalla in an area of the city I rarely get to. There were lots of dogs I hadn’t seen before, I ought to go back sometime.
Fully convertible ears are my new favorite thing. They come with their own sound effect: ‘fwip!’
I was wandering around down near Chestnut Street a couple of weeks ago and I saw a knot of people gathered around something. For a moment I was worried someone was lying on the ground, injured, but it turned out to just be the cutest thing ever: Jackson. Jackson is the platonic ideal of the fluffy golden retriever puppy. His ears are velvet, his belly is pink, and his attitude will melt your heart.
Incidentally, this is not the first golden retriever puppy named Jackson we’ve seen on this blog.
See? Those ears! Must pet!
Someone has learned The Look early.