I keep posting grey tigers. Are there that many of them out there, or do I just unconsciously lean towards them?
I keep posting grey tigers. Are there that many of them out there, or do I just unconsciously lean towards them?
Of course, it wasn’t only human beings and surfer-dogs on the beach at the championships. There were plenty of canine spectators as well.
I wonder what a custom surfboard made for a dog would look like?
Some more pictures from the surfing competition. I have discovered (again; I discovered this when I was taking pictures of sea otters as well) that autofocus will only get you so far when what you’re auto-focusing on has to compete with waves and other things that are potential targets.
Well, maybe I’ll remember it this time.
Blah. DoSF server faw down go boom. A disk which shouldn’t have been storing nearly as much as it was ran out of room. On the up side, this led me to discover that all of my backups were being kept on the disk that the originals were on as well. (Not as bad as it sounds, since it’s a RAID, but there’s always the possibility of catastrophic failure.)
Unfortunately, this has burned right through my ‘sit around and decompress from work and school’ and eaten well into my ‘post cute dog pictures’ time. So only one picture for today. I think you’ll like it, though.
I found these two in a pet store. (Not for sale, for adoption, from one of the local rescue groups.) At first I was sad to hear their story: apparently they had some health problems that meant that they couldn’t return to the flock of parrots on Telegraph Hill. But after a little thought, I came to the conclusion that if someone can give them a happy home, and give them medicine once a day, well, maybe they wouldn’t mind it too much.
They sure seemed happy in the cage, chirping away and fluttering around and playing. Until I came near, and then they were… less thrilled.
Well, lookee what we have here: a kitty that would get along great with yesterday’s rather shocking-looking lab. I know, I know, the kitty doesn’t look like she’d get along with anyone, but trust me… any cat that is as sweet and gregarious as she was in an outdoor cage in an unfamiliar environment in the middle of a noisy street fair is really something.
I am not sure what to say about Blue (aside from the fact that he’s 8 months old). I think I will just let him speak for himself.
This is the dog I met just prior to meeting Dexter. I hope the two found one another and hit it off! (And yes, Rocky Road is named after the colors of the ice cream. I’d forgotten about the marshmallows!)
I ran into Dexter last month, immediately after I ran into another Swiss dog, a Bernese mountain dog. They were like two blocks apart, and I mentioned that if the couple walking Dexter hurried they could catch up with the Berner. And they did hurry. So I’m not the only one willing to chase dogs for fun.