California license plates, if you don’t request a custom job, are a digit, three letters, and three digits. Thus, this is a natural, luck-of-the-draw plate.
I just hope the owner of the car is a lover of dogs, or wolves, or coyotes. Because otherwise… what a waste.
Bawoooooo!
Well, when you see someone out on a little ‘cat walk’, what are you supposed to do? You just say, ‘Hey, can I take some pictures’, right? Well, you do if you’re me.
Also, the cat seemed very mellow about it all. The eyes-part-shut expression generally means ‘I don’t feel threatened right now’. And he was quite happy to be petted by me, and at least one other person.
More people should take their cats out for walks. Would be good for my caturday supplements.
Anyone want to give me some help here? This pup has me stumped. At first I was thinking flat-coat, then I thought golden retriever mix, but the more I look at him the more I think that he might either be a Gordon setter mix or an Irish setter mix. Look at those ears! But the muzzle goes almost straight out from the forehead, and it’s pretty thick. And he has a purple spot on his tongue, which can be a chow thing but can also happen with golden retrievers and several other breeds of dog.
And yet somehow he looks like such a coherent whole, like he was a carefully-bred dog for some mysterious (yet friendly and helpful) purpose… maybe world peace, or helping people across the street.
For now let’s call him an ‘unknown setter mix’, and maybe someone will chime in with another idea.
Whatever he is, at least one breed in him is a water-adapted dog, because he was obviously delighted to be hanging around outside in the rain.
Ran into this sleepy Australian cattle dog mix a few days ago, on a nice bright sunny day in San Francisco, which isn’t as rare as you’ve heard this time of year, but has definitely not been the norm this year.
Reminds me of an old Arlo Guthrie song, Eli.
Old dog is lying in the middle of the road
He don’t do nothing ’cause he don’t want to
And I think I’m gonna like that hound
‘Cause the more he sits around, the less I want to do too
She was definitely resting… but also definitely not adverse to tummy rubs.
Happy National Puppy Day! I was going to bring you a puppy live from NPD, one I ran into earlier today, but I only got one good picture of him and I thought you deserved more, so here is someone special I ran into last Friday.
Meet Captain Corgi. Yes, that is his name. I am fairly certain that his name came from the black mask markings on his face, rather than him choosing to wear a mask in order that he may fight injustice and tyranny and lack of cute without endangering his secret identity. But… evildoers beware all the same. I mean, you wouldn’t want to get on his bad side, would you?
I was out walking with a friend of mine during my lunch hour. We were having a very serious discussion, and then he popped up.
I of course immediately let out the shriek of a 9-year-old girl being given a pony for her birthday.
Oh, the waddle. The waddle was amazing.
What have we here? Well, I like to think this French bulldog and Doberman pinscher pair are the best of friends, pausing to have a little light refreshment before heading off to some excellent adventure.
It constantly amazes me how often I run into dogs I’ve never seen before in my own back yard. I’ve been down Polk hundreds of times, and I guess this Doberman has lived here for ages, and I’ve never seen him before.
Okay, I haven’t got a lot of guesses here. Maybe a shaved labradoodle? All I can tell you is, he looked even more hilarious in person than he does in this picture.
I feel like this guy and Chicken should get together and commiserate.
So I can’t decide if ‘cream sable Pomeranian’ sounds more like a dessert, a women’s fur coat, or a person from Pomerania. Whichever, Chester is an adorable one.
I looked, but couldn’t find any more easily-accessible Irish dogs for St. Patrick’s Day. Sorry, maybe next year!
Chester is 10, and young and healthy by Pomeranian standards.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day! (And if you spell it St. Patty’s Day, shame on you, you’re buying!) I’m posting these two distinguished Irish-folk the day before, but since I typically only manage to post about half an hour before the date turns, I figured I’d give you the chance to enjoy them on St. Patrick’s itself.
Chelsea and Marleybone are not the first Kerry blue terriers that we’ve seen (that honor belongs to Argos) but I haven’t seen one since 2011, so I think it’s about time. They were a bit rowdy, perhaps wanting to take on the king of the terriers for his title, and I think these two could just about do it, too… they were quite large! Eventually we got them faced in the same direction for long enough to take a picture, and while we were trying, I hit their folks up for some Kerry blue facts. Apparently Kerry blues have blue skin, and their coats start out black and lighten to grey as they become adults. They were originally bred by farmers to control animals that ate their crops, like rats, rabbits, and tennis balls, which explains their visceral reaction to all three.
The one on the left has classic Kerry blue ears. The one on the right has the ‘what me worry?’ variant. Also, they both have wookie legs.
I was on my way home today and I saw this adorable pup coming towards me down the sidewalk, and of course y’all know what I do when that happens. Well, no, not take pictures, at least not this time: it was kind of dark, since I was heading out late-ish. But yes to cuddling. Of course. And the pup’s mom mentioned that her name was ‘Deputy Brown’, and I thought, gee, that name sounds familiar.
And then she said “And she was preeeeeetty naughty today,” and I looked at her and thought, “Nooo, not this dog, this dog would never be naughty.” And then she showed me some pictures, and I thought, “Yes, okay, yes, that would definitely qualify her as a naughty dog.” And I said, “Okay, you have got to mail those to me. Because I have got to share those on my blog.” And I tried my best to get a few non-blurry ones of her to go with the… disaster photos. And by the time I was home, I had a couple of those disaster photos in my inbox to share with y’all. (So say thanks in the comments for me, would you?)
And then I checked, and sure enough, I had indeed posted some pictures of Deputy Brown, aka Deps, aka Deputy Hunter Pinot Brown the First, before. They were from when she was 4 months old. And although I did manage to misgender her in them, they were still ridiculously adorable. And so she remains. Even if she is a bit of a naughty dog.
She’s littler than she looks in this picture. I would never have guessed that she would have stopped growing at this size, but it’s adorable.
For a petite dog, she sure has the ‘noble dog’ gravitas down pat. Though that might’ve been guilt.
So yes. This happened.
Poor Deps. I’m pretty sure she was embarrassed about this. For a few seconds, anyway.