The Dogs of San Francisco

It’s raining golden retrievers over the last week or so, isn’t it? Well, that’s okay, they’re gorgeous dogs, whether they’re ridiculously happy-looking or turning on the sad puppydog eyes. Sadie is a lovely example of the breed, and at a year and a half old she’s quite polite. Most of the time. Which is better than some people would say of me, so I’m certainly not going to fault her for that.

Quick post today, because I just spent a surprising amount of time researching one of my old posts, for someone who has a dog who looks like she could be Nibbler’s twin sister, except for the part where she’s 8 years older than Nibbler. Come on, ‘fess up, who has been doing the doggie cloning experiments?

I really like this one. I may spend some time erasing my leg, the leash, and the chair, and doing some tweaks and see if I can’t make it print-worthy.

Autumn and I were having brunch at a sidewalk cafe (the better to see all the dogs go by, of course) and we heard a lot of really loud barking. Like a lot. Like a half hour of intermittent but almost painfully loud barking, and that was from all the way across the street and down the block, somewhere we couldn’t see. I finally got too curious for my own good and snuck away from the table, where I came upon this ridiculously sad-eyed golden retriever.

Someone was very, very disgruntled that mom and/or dad was in a pub and she was not, in fact, allowed into that pub. Someone has clearly been working on her ‘sad puppydog eyes’ game and is in it for the long haul. And when no one was responding to that amazingly well-polished expression, someone clearly got frustrated and tried to bring in a little more attention.

There’re like half a dozen dog-friendly pubs within a three block radius. How hard would it have been…?

Clearly the face of a tortured soul.