This’ll be the last corgi for a few days, so enjoy her. I know I did, because she is possessed of two thirds of the trifecta of ultimate cuteness: a fluffy corgi with half-floppy ears. All she needed was a long floofy tail and she would have been causing strong men to break down and weep.
Sassy expression!
I’ve still got a few more of these guys. (Actually I have like fifty, so I’m trying really hard to find the best ones. Which is tough, because… corgis!) This guy in particular was running around the beach with his mouth so wide open I was afraid he’d faceplant and eat his weight in sand.
Seriously. I have twelve pictures of this guy running around. In every one, his mouth is open at least this wide.
I asked to take some pictures and dad scooped him up, and he instantly looked delighted.
See? Look at that happy face.
Some rather unusual night shots of the Bay Bridge.
I just happened to be taking pictures of the bridge when there was this really bright flash, and…
…no, I’m just messing with you, that was actually the moon.
From my visit to Pets Unlimited a couple weeks back. I’m not sure if these two are parent and child or just good friends, but they were definitely putting on a good show of the ‘adopt us now for we are ridiculously adorable’ variety. I have little doubt that they were adopted soon after I visited, because who could resist that?
I want a kitten pile in my bed right now. I would lie down and add myself to the pile and go straight to sleep.
Oh god the nose.
You thought I was out of CorgiCon pictures, didn’t you? Hah! Not even close. This little guy was an attendee, though obviously not a participant. Just like me, come to think of it. Except cuter.
One of the cuter Sailor-Dog costumes I’ve run across.
The little bone on the hat is a nice touch.
Say hello to Miss Elle (pronounced ‘L’) the 5-year-old Saint Bernard. I ran into her when I was visiting Pets Unlimited two weekends ago to get some kitty pictures. I was worried, since I’m used to thinking of Saturday vet hours as being for emergencies only. But mom said she was just there for ‘routine maintenance’, so that’s good.
Only 25 more days until my six year blogoversary. That is 49 in dog years, and roughly 3,500 in blog years. (Most blogs last around six weeks.) I feel like I ought to celebrate somehow. Any suggestions?
Look at that face. 1000% excess schnozzlage, with extra added slobbration!
If you look closely you can see the drool splotches on the floor.
I ran into Tommy (12-ish) at the ticket desk at San Francisco Airport, but wasn’t able to get any good pictures of him due to lighting conditions and speed. I was a little disappointed, but I figured, ah well, maybe I’ll get lucky and see him again. And then on the plane, I was hanging out in my seat and someone asked if I would switch seats with him so he could sit with his girlfriend, and I said, ‘Eh, whatever.’ And when I got to the other seat, who should be next to me but Tommy and his mommy!
Tommy is half Dog of San Francisco and half Dog 0f Puerto Vallarta. His mom works in San Jose as a tech consultant but is planning to move down to Puerto Vallarta in a year or so, and spends a lot of time down there now. And Tommy has gotten quite used to commuting between the two, as you can see. And no, no doggie sedatives were used in the making of this photo shoot.
Someone seems happy. Lots of attention and petting from mom are worth any amount of ear poppage, apparently.
He had a variety of poses when we were in the air. This is one of the more relaxed-looking ones.
Believe it or not, this was also a very relaxed position.
I ran into a retired gentleman from the USA while wandering the streets of Puerto Vallarta. He had a very aggressive-looking Doberman, who immediately solicited scratches from me. Apparently he is super-friendly except when he is defending his front door.
He (the gentleman, not the Doberman) was full of praise for the medical system in Mexico, and in Puerto Vallarta in particular. I am not really sure how well it serves poor people in Mexico, but apparently it serves relatively rich US expatriates really well, certainly better than the US one does. Interestingly enough, I found out (by word of mouth, not by any personal need, thank goodness) that pharmacies there tend to have their own physicians on staff, and you can consult with them for free if you buy your prescriptions from that pharmacy. As a coworker of mine noted, this sounds like a great idea until you actually think about it for a few seconds at which point it sounds like a terrible idea.
Everyone told me I’d see dozens of dogs if I walked down to Puerto Vallarta. I feel a bit cheated, to be honest. Although the ones I did see were pretty awesome.
Happy Doberman smile.
Ahem. Yes. Well. You may have noticed a certain lack of posting out of me over the weekend. This is not because the resort we went to didn’t have internet, or anything like that. No, it is more because I am a lazy person wot is lazier than a lazy Susan.
On the up side, I did get a few dog pictures while I was down in Puerto Vallarta. Including a number of this guy, who was tied up outside the ticket booth of a gymnasium, and was doing his best to greet all comers in high style.
By the way, your humble correspondent has an exclusive story: it is kind of hot and muggy in Puerto Vallarta but it is still pretty nice. And the dogs there are cute.
Before you say anything: he had plenty of access to shade, and a water bowl. He was out in the sun because he wanted to be.
Slight puppy head tilt.
A Mexican hairless dog, in celebration of my Mexican vacation. I am not sure how it never occurred to me before that a dog with no fur and black skin would be really well-adapted to a very hot climate, but it didn’t.
Of course, slightly less well-adapted to San Francisco’s climate. Hence the shirt.
I bet the ears help radiate heat, too. And catch the breezes…