My notes say “Penny, 6-ish, Carolina dog, aka American dingbat”. I think that may be a little harsh, don’t you? Sure, she’s a little silly, but… ohhh. Wait. That must be an autocorrect from ‘American dingo’.
Can Penny really be our first Carolina dog? Looks that way!
She really does look a surprising amount like a dingo.
That black eyeliner really makes the outfit.
I think these might have been the result of some kind of multiple-LED streetlight? They remind me of the kind of shadows you get from leaves during a solar eclipse. Funky!
It kind of puts me in mind of a snowflake. Also, looking too long gives me a headache.
♫ How much for that marmie in the window? The adoption fees are most reasonable! ♩ (Well, it’s hardly Gilbert and Sullivan, but it’ll do.)
We’re now in a race, to see whether I run out of Macy’s window kitties before the next Macy’s window season starts. Cross your fingers.
I wonder if you can use Macy’s gift cards to adopt Macy’s window kitties? THE WORLD WANTS TO KNOW!!
Abby (7) demands petting! You will obey!
I love the dipped-in-white-paint tailtip.
Brody stopped me in my tracks on my way in to work a week or two ago. He’s pint-sized (three months old!) but he’s got a pony-keg’s worth of attitude… all of it good.
There’s this neat hip-high wall/rise around Huntingdon Park, which is what he’s standing on.
It makes a great photographic pedestal for dogs.
It also — just barely — keeps them far enough away to photograph. Usually.
Luna was one of the guests at a little Friday afternoon party thrown by my employer last week. She was, of course, a hit, not only with the kids but with many of the grown-ups as well. (And with me. Who fits comfortably in neither group.)
She reeeeeeeally liked the smells coming from the food truck that was catering for us, the ‘Voodoo Van‘.
Oh, that’s right, there were some other cute things at the party besides dogs, weren’t there?
If I’d stood there all day and pointed my camera at the kids and the dog I would have gotten cute shot after cute shot. Unfortunately, the food truck was calling my name.
I love the little boy’s expression in this one.
This is only a few minutes later. I think the two kids plumb wore him out!
Okay, okay, so she’s named after one of the wolf-y things from that TV show that everyone else seems to follow but me. I don’t care, she is gorgeous and happy and my new friend so there.
I ran into Nymeria shopping at Walgreens.
Those are some strange markings for a malamute, never seen anything quite like them before.
Definitely had the malamute attitude, though. Playful, friendly, and mischievous.
If you have to stand behind someone in the pharmacy line, it might as well be an awesome dog.
Two things things about Gomez: one, he is nine! That’s pretty good for a Great Dane, and he seems to be in pretty good shape, getting around all right, able to see just fine (the unusual-colored eyes are just his coloration, not anything wrong), and so forth. He’s a sweetheart, too, but you didn’t need me to tell you that… just about every Great Dane is.
Two, ‘Gomez’ as a dog’s name always reminds me of the old Eric Bogle song… about a Chihuahua named Little Gomez who has an ill-fated romantic liaison with a St. Bernard. A Great Dane doesn’t quite fit the profile.
Don’t think I’ve ever run across a Dane with blue eyes before.
That’s Jazz, who seemed quite happy to meet this gentle giant.
Last Thursday night the sunset was quite pretty, and I just happened to be walking by City Hall at the right time.
Our sunsets are usually pretty tame. It’s nice to have an exception every once in a while.
Saw this kitty while wandering around Oakland. Super-derp!
He’s just big-boned! No, it’s all fluff! (I know all of these excuses. I use them for myself all the time.)
It’s always nice to see an outdoor kitty who is up for a little attention.
Of course, once I started petting him, he wouldn’t let me stop.