Leal is a gorgeous floofy twelve-year old Australian shepherd who looks and acts about three. May we all be so young for so long!
Incidentally, his name is, at least according to his human, a Teutonic word meaning ‘one who brings joy’. I choose to believe this, because it fits him so well.
That’s the fluffiest chest I’ve seen since the last San Francisco Pride Parade!
And he’s a leaner, too.
Another bonus post from my vacations of yesteryear: some pictures of adorable basking harbor seals from Monterey Bay. I can’t believe I didn’t post these silly sea-dogs before. I have no excuses. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
That face! (This is a young one, they get darker as they get older.)
I had a really really long lens. They could see me, but I was just a little moving dot over on the shore.
Not sure about age or breed, except that he’s totally adorable and is still a puppy. Might be a boxer mix? Ran into him at the SPCA, less than a day before he was adopted.
He sat down and stared deliberately at me and looked pathetic and itched. Like, “Look, I’ll even show you RIGHT where to scratch me…”
Yes, there were two of them. So much cute, all in one place.
Our first through-the-window nose shot!
Patterns in the sand have always had a fascination for me, and I’ve taken hundreds of pictures of them. The first picture I ever developed — black and white, real film, real darkroom, real developer stains on my fingers — was a photo of ripples in silver-and-black sand, when I was twelve years old. It was gorgeous, and unfortunately lost in one of my many moves, sometime in my teenage years. I’ve been trying to take another one as nice since then, with rather incosnsitent results.
These in particular all came from a couple of trips I made to the Monterey/Carmel/Big Sur area. They might be worth clicking on: there’s a lot of detail there that you can’t see from the smaller images.
It just depends on the sand and the lighting how marked wave-marks can get.
There are rather a lot of different colors of sand around Monterey.
The patterns are often quite light, hard to see.
Sometimes the seaweed makes interesting patterns too.
Looks like a tropical beach, doesn’t it? Until you realize those trees are only a few inches tall…
In addition to today’s normal caturday supplement, I was going through my old pictures and found a bunch of pictures I took down in Monterey back in 2013 that I’ve been meaning to post and didn’t, so I’m doing a bonus post or two. Today: birds.
Incidentally, at least the latter two may be worth clicking on, since (in my opinion, anyway) they’re even prettier with more detail.
Taken at dusk. I bet there’s someone out there who could identify this based on just the beak, but it sure isn’t me.
Brown Pelican. I find bird wings endlessly fascinating.
Those beaks are really something too.
A little outing for a little grey kitty.
I think the leash was a precaution. They brought a crate, so I doubt they take him out walking.
Miller isn’t old! And Miller isn’t English. Also, Miller has never met any sheep. But, to be fair, Miller is in fact a dog, and one out of four isn’t bad. On a physics test. For a dog.
PS: I think Miller is friends with Bumper, as is nearly every Old English sheepdog that I have run into in San Francisco.
Someone got a buzz cut. I love shaggy Old English pups, but they’re a lot easier to keep neat when they’re cut like this.
He was very happy to show off his trick.
Our second dog in a week or so that likes having his paw held.
Okay, let me share with you the note I took on these three:
Grandma: Elizabeth 7 Pink mom (white) Pony f 11 mo
Now you know as much as I do. A very hesitant guess: Elizabeth, the grandmother of the group, is (possibly) the black-but-greying one on the left, and is (perhaps) 7. Pink, the mother, may be the one who is 7, but is probably less than 7 and more than 11 months, and is probably the white one in the middle. That would leave Pony as the fawn one on the right, who would be also female and 11 months old.
Alternatively, Elizabeth might be the 7 pink dogs, Mom might be my mom, and there might be an 11-month-old white pony in one of my pictures that I haven’t noticed yet.
The dark one, who we’ll call Elizabeth, sat in that shadow the entire time.
I wish HDR was just a little more advanced, because if you could see details in the shadows I’d absolutely love this shot.
There! Now you can see Elizabeth’s face.
The most concerned forehead-wrinkles EVER.
It seems that Alameda, home of Dozer, Moose, and lots of wildflowers, is also home to a dog-related event that I had never heard of before, the Friends of the Alameda Animal Shelter’s awesomely-named Wiggle Waggle Walk. According to the blurb, it includes music, “entertainment, pet contests, a doggie fashion show, pet adoptions, exhibitions, and […] a one or two mile long scenic walk along the San Francisco Bay.” And of course it is a fundraiser to raise money so the Alameda Animal Shelter can save even more animals next year.
They even won a ‘Beast of the Bay‘ from the Bay Woof newspaper for last year’s walk, for Best Canine Sporting Event.
Sunday, June 28th, 11 AM to 1 PM. Hope to see you there!
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.
