Cooper (6 years) was another photographer’s dream: I took about ten photos, and the bright sunlikght ruined eight of them, but aside from my own clumsy abilities, Cooper looked great in all of them.
I don’t even have any guesses as to what the terrier half of this terrier poodle was. He sure is poodly though!
Cooper is one of the more common dog names I’ve run into out there. No idea why.
Stubby little legs? Check! Plush blond fur? Check! Off-pink tongue? Check! Hilariously mischievous expression? Double-check! Methinks I spy a corgi chow!
I love the changes of expression, while in the background his little friend derps happily to himself.
Could also be a Lab mix, but the fully ‘up’ ears and that odd cast to the tongue argue against it.
Some dogs just have it. I took a total of five pictures of this pair, and I used three of them. Those expressions.
There’s some corgi attitude for you. “Would you trust this dog?”
These little bags are great. You can just keep it, all folded up, in a pocket. Then, when your puppy gets completely exhausted, you whip it out, put it on, and drop the puppy into it, and presto — instant mobile puppy nap time!
This poodle puppy (4 months old) was definitely in the ‘recharge’ part of his cycle.
The other great thing about the bags is they put your puppy at the perfect petting height.
Poor pup could barely keep his eyes open.
A huge and poofly Samoyed for you this fine Tuesday evening.
I asked, and he is 100% Samoyed… but HUGE! And not just fluff… he’s quote tall, and built in proportion.
This wasn’t a blink. He was sitting there calmly, eyes closed but head still up, for a while. I wonder what he was thinking about?
Got some pictures of this pup on the day that I was doing that photo scavenger hunt. Her name is Monkey, and she’s a thirteen-year-old Australian cattle dog mix who is just full of smarts and awesome tricks. I couldn’t believe she was thirteen, although I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised: the second-oldest dog in recorded history was an Australian cattle dog, Bluey, who lived 29 years and a bit. Healthy breed!
This is Monkey’s ‘I’m concentrating really hard to figure out what you want me to do’ pose.
Trick number one. She’ll take mom’s sandals or slippers off for her.
I can picture buying a comfy chair and wearing sandals to work, just so that when I get home I can sit down in the comfy chair and have Monkey take them off for me.
Trick number two. Mom waved. Monkey waved back. Too cute.
A couple of sunsets behind the Golden Gate for you. The first from years ago… the second from hours ago.
The sunsets out here aren’t often as dramatic as smoggier cities… but they have their moments.
Taken from the hill overlooking Fort Mason.
I saw this gorgeous kitty as I was walking by… I probably wouldn’t have noticed except there were three people gathered around below the window (which is around six feet up!) looking at him. I had to hold my camera above my head in order to get any shots of his face that weren’t entirely obscured by reflections… and even still, as you can see, there were still rather impressive ones in the pictures.
The reflections and the angle, though, made me not notice the name tags until I looked at my pictures later. So awesome… I love that the two cats each have their own corners of the window. Clearly ‘Marm’ is the right name for this one, since he’s a marmalade tabby. I’ll have to keep my eyes out for PK (named for the film? the economist? or perhaps ‘Pretty Kitty’?) when I walk by this spot in the future.
Can you spot my head? There is a tiny bit of it reflected in the window. Hint: look for the arms, holding the camera above it.
The funky building in the reflection is a former movie theater, now fitness place. It has some pretty strange thingies up on top of it.
He mostly ignored me, but when I moved around a bit he watched me, and he deigned to bat a bit at my finger when I teased him with it through the window.
I might have mentioned the scavenger hunt I was a part of recently. Well, this one was for a category entitled ‘obey posted signs’. And yes, that’s me, being silly.
Dog people are awesome. ‘Excuse me, can I borrow your dog for a photo scavenger hunt’ doesn’t faze them a bit.
I was walking by this SUV while it was pulled off on the side of the Embark-bark-barkadero last weekend, and the dog inside started barking rather loudly at me. I was walking pretty close to it anyway, so I said hi to the guy inside, and asked him if his pup was particularly territorial when he was in the car, which is a common enough thing. “No,” he said, “Actually he is just yelling ‘come here and pet me right now!’ over and over.”
So I did. And yup, he was.
Hell of a big car for such a dinky little dog.
If I had a dog and a car like this, I’d be terrified of him just hopping out the window. (Same with a child!)
So I was playing photo scavenger hunt last weekend friend-of-the-blog and frequent bird-clarifier Tommaso’s birthday last weekend, and got several useful dog pictures out of the bargain. For this one, I walked up to a woman with an adorable golden retriever puppy and asked, “Excuse me, do you mind if I take some pictures of your dog wearing my hat?”
It transpired that she did not. Nor, after a very brief investigative nibble, did Hurley.
He did nab it out of mom’s hand once, but fortunately goldens have soft mouths, and he didn’t choose to try to play tug-of-war.
That face. Let’s have a close-up…
Man. He looks better in it than I do.
By the way, I did no photo manipulation, aside from cropping. Her top seems to have somehow defeated my iPhone camera’s sensor all by itself.