Jack (the wheelie-pup) and Peanut are a pair of older dachshunds that are owned by one of the vets at our local SPCA. And despite the concerned forehead-wrinkles, I can assure you that they’re happy little pups.
The footprints are a decoration in the courtyard of the SPCA.
He really needs a little squeeze-horn, or maybe a bike bell.
We last saw Wilhelmina in February — on, in fact, the day after my birthday — when she was just about the most ridiculously adorable thing possible, with the goofiest ears. (Her hovertext was pretty good too, if I do say so myself.) Well, I took these pictures in April, when she was six months old as opposed to the 13 weeks in the previous pictures, and I didn’t even recognize her… she more than doubled in size over the course of those three months, and looks like an almost-full-grown (-but-still-adorable) Italian greyhound now.
Italian greyhounds are the most delicate-looking dogs, I think. But boy are they quick.
I am reminded of Kermit the Frog’s disgruntled expression.
Is it just me, or does there appear to be a row of dancing Android logos reflected onto the Apple Store sign?
Edit: Oh, I forgot the site news: the store is back up and working again, at least for the three browsers I tried. Please do let me know if it doesn’t work for yours.
Reflections off the windows of a building next door, yes, fine. But even still…
A coworker of mine (hi Sofiya!) posted some pictures in our company chat the other day, and I just had to snaffle them for my blog.
It seems that, back in her native Bulgaria, her family has a dog and a cat. And the cat has had several litters of kittens, and hasn’t been much interested in raising the mist recent one. And so her dog has stepped in and become this little fluffball’s surrogate mother.
If that isn’t a sublimely happy expression, then I don’t know dog expressions at all.
Yup, the dog is lactating. A perfect surrogate mother.
I did warn you, so if you melt, it’s not my fault!
Wow, has it really been a year since our last vizsla? Or did I just spell it wrong last time?
That’s a ‘drop everything and give him a hug’ expression if I’ve ever seen one.
If I had a dog like this, he would get used to me rubbing his ears against my cheek. Velvet!
Blossom (just recently turned 1) is a German shepherd mixed with something that has even more hilariously ginormous ears than a German shepherd does. Which is saying something. Perhaps a German shepherd/donkey mix?
Fully collapsable, too. Here they are folded back for maximum aerodynamics…
…and here they are fully deployed, for maximum hear-a-treat-fall-on-the-carpet-at-400-feet capability.
Guess who I ran into while in transit (via ferry boat!) to Alameda, a few weekends ago? A ridiculously adorable 4-month-old puppy who was absolutely terrified of me.
Yes, Lela likes having her paw held. Not sure what I can add to that.
Those ears.
No sooner had I turned around from taking pictures of Hudson when I saw Lewis (11, pronounced ‘Louie’) and Bailey (6) being excessively adorable. This is what we in the dog blogging biz call a ‘good dog day’.
Louis has an adorable trick: walking around on his hind legs while moving his forepaws up and down in a ‘begging’ posture. Too cute.
He also has that infamous ‘puppy cut’. So ridiculous.
Ears flopping widely.
Hard to believe that these two are the same species.
I was walking down Polk Street by Wags (an awesome ‘dog wash’ near my home) a week ago and I looked in, and I thought, ‘Wow, is that a Leonberger?’ I snapped a couple of pictures through the window, wishing I’d been lucky enough to run into him when he got there, and wandered off.
Several hours later, I was walking down another section of Polk Street, and who should I spot but that same dog, who turns out to be named Hudson and to be 7 months old. Yes, that giant bundle of fur, drool, and love is still a puppy.
That’s him, of course, with the tongue. Also shown: three golden retrievers, a standard poodle, a border collie (mix?), some kind of hound, and, peeking in from the back, a Berner.
Their faces are so neat. It looks like he dipped his into a pot of India ink.
Something has captured Hudson’s full attention.
Yes, that’s a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, one of Hudson’s favorites.
Yes, poor Hudson did eventually get the ice cream. Yay!
Maybe I should have posted this on caturday instead?
I love the little things you stumble across when wandering San Francisco.