Oh, man, I cannot even begin to tell you how charismatic Chewbacca is in person. And how confusing. He really looks like he ought to be his own breed, and I was desperately trying to figure him out — was he part Leonberger? Part Eurasier?
Dad told me his secret: he’s pretty much all the dogs. Specifically, he’s a three-month-old German shepherd/pit bull/Labrador retriever/St. Bernard mix. I do not believe that I could come up with a more amazing combination of dogs if you fully funded a five year research project. Heck, even if you substituted corgi for one of those breeds he would only be goofier, but only equally awesome.
He really wanted to play with me, too. But I was headed home, and so I only had time to take a few pictures and give him plenty of petting and belly rubs. Fortunately for me, his dad works right near where I do, and for him (lucky guy!) every day is ‘bring your dog to work day’, so there’s a pretty good chance that I (and you) will be able to see what Chewbacca looks like as he grows up.
Yes, that fur is fully as soft as it looks. And those ears are just as petable.
‘Golden Hour’ my butt. This was 6:30 PM in a nice little park and it was murder trying to get a shot with decent contrast.
I had a request for a boxer a couple of weeks back, and went through all my back catalog and discovered that I had posted every single boxer I’d ever taken pictures of. Well, I make no apologies… they’re pretty nifty dogs. So I went out to several dog parks and two San Francisco street fairs looking for boxers. And had no success. I finally had to report a failure.
Well, until last Friday, when I ran across Buster in one of my usual haunts, on my way to work one morning. So here, this one’s for you, Nate.
I find it so funny how some dogs, boxers in particular, often have black spotty skin, but not the fur over it.
Aww! (Incidentally, those ears aren’t cropped, they just lay back kind of funkily.)
I love it when this happens: someone ran across a picture of what she is sure is her cat on my blog. Apparently someone put up a couple of Macy’s window kittens up for adoption on craigslist in March, because they couldn’t handle them. The family who responded to the ad has had them since then, and one of them, Karen, was poking through Google for pictures of Macy’s window kittens that looked like them, and found one of them (the black one) here. The other one may or may not be the one curled up in the first picture here.
I love hearing about the adoptable animals I post, especially the Macy’s window kitties and pups, finding happy homes. Karen mailed me a few pictures of them, nine months old now, and, as she says, ‘still bundles of furry fury.’ Their names are Emma (tux) and Ender (black, and the name is apparently a minecraft reference, picked by the kids of the family).
I wonder if they ever miss their brief stint in show business?
I have seen videos, but I’ve never yet seen in person a cat playing with an ipad. The absolute perfect cat-toy.
Sharp little kitty-claws. Someone wants to play. Or, more likely, is in the middle of playing.
I’m not sure about Franklin. That black short-ish muzzle says maybe ridgeback boxer mix to me, rather than ridgeback pit mix. Or he almost could be a black-mouth cur, if he weren’t so damn big! Perhaps a mix?
But Franklin’s family said ridgeback pit mix, so I will defer to their longer experience in Franklinology.
Anyone know of any really good sleep masks? I’ve had a surprising lack of luck finding one anywhere around here, except the really crappy ones at Walgreens.
Franklin is definitely not the shy sort. At the drop of a hat, he flops over and invites chest scratches from all and sundry.
This is Franklin’s ‘You’re standing right there and you have two hands, and I’m being ridiculously adorable. And yet you’re not petting me. Why is that?” look.
I was walking through Berkeley a few weeks ago, supposedly meeting someone who was going to sell me a car but they didn’t bother to show up. While I was trying to find an internet cafe where I could regroup and start looking for more craigslist car ads, I happened to walk by the little pack-and-ship place where I met Baobao two years ago. And lo and behold, he was there again, being even more adorable. This time he even let me get near him.
A Pomeranian makes a perfect store dog: just the right size to curl up on the counter, and happy and friendly to everyone (as many small dogs may not be.)
His favorite perch. He makes a great greeter.
Adorable smiley little foxy-face.
It’s the simple things that make a good dog happy.
He also has the enviable ability to relax at a second’s notice.
Okay, so the word ‘twee’ (look it up) might well have been invented for these two. And I’m not the biggest fan of clothes on dogs. I still have to admit… they’re pretty cute. And they loved everybody. It’s pretty hard to disapprove of that.
Pomeranians look like stuffed animals as it is. Add a dress, and damn.
I had a bunch of doctors’ appointments last week, and I had five hours in between two of them, but had to get between them by public transit. I thought about working from a coffee shop, but was pretty fried. And Kaiser South San Francisco just happened to be right out in front of a gorgeous park, San Bruno Mountain State Park. And the other appointment was on the other side of San Bruno Mountain. So I thought, hey… I could go around. But why? (And maybe a little exhaustion would help me sleep, right?)
So I just walked out of Kaiser and started heading for the mountain. Which was quite visible, let me assure you. Stopped for a quick lunch, and then just walked in near the southeast corner, up the mountain, along the ridge, and then back down in the northwest corner. Vertical climb of over 1500 feet according to my fitbit, which I suspect to be understating things… there were a lot of saddles and one full-fledged miniature valley I had to navigate, and the highest point on the mountain is over 1300 feet all by itself.
At the end of the day, I had walked 18 miles, and climbed a total of over 2000 feet. I had poison oak, though only under my hiking boots — how does that happen? And in the end… I slept like crap. But I wouldn’t take it back, because it was gorgeous.
PS: Ugh. I have just made the huge mistake of ‘upgrading’ to Apple Photo. If you have Aperture, do not under any circumstances do this. You lose the ability to use Aperture, plus you lose the ability to do more or less anything without crashing. I thought I could continue to use Photo the way I did iPhoto: for automatic imports, and nothing else. Nope. It has intentionally disabled Aperture, it’s missing half the functionality of iPhoto and 95% of that of Aperture, and it crashes constantly. Whee, progress!
That’s Sign Hill, plus a good-sized chunk of South San Francisco. The weather was gorgeous on the southeastern side of San Bruno Mountain, but as you’ll see in the little video clip below, it was cloudy (and ALSO GORGEOUS) on the more northeasterly areas.
How often do you see this? A gorgeous tabby was bought a cat bed, and then actually went to sleep in it instead of next to it, under it, on the dog’s bed, in the humans’ bed, on the keyboard, on top of the closed toilet seat…
An entirely unrelated question: T * G * R… is that short for ‘Tigger’?
Kitty-ball. Suitable for leaning down and rubbing your cheek against. Purr purr purr.