He looks so dignified, at just 4 months of age!
Also, a huge thank you to Suzanne, who pointed out that when I last made changes to my store (quite some time ago!) I broke it for every browser except Safari. That’ll teach me not to thoroughly test my changes. I’ll have it fixed as soon as I can!
Loki may be the perfect name for a husky. Now all we have to do is introduce him to Thorgi…
To be honest, even after visiting their web site I don’t really understand what they do, or how they make money. But I will say that they have the third cutest logo in San Francisco (after mine, and you-know-who-else’s, of course.)
I heartily approve of this cartoon dog… he even has great eyebrows!
Need more cats! Maybe I’ll go out to Treasure Island one of these days and see if I can find some ferals to take pictures of.
Look at the little white socks!
I have no idea what this little guy is.
I mean ‘scruffbucket’ that in the nicest way possible, of course.
So, I didn’t get a name or an age, but I do recall vividly what breed the owner told me his dog was. This is because I thought, as I was walking away, “Oh god, another of these designer breeds, I can’t believe anyone would name a dog breed a ‘party poodle’.”
It took me another two or three blocks to suddenly realize… no. “Parti”. As in “Particolored”.
Also, black and white parti poodles are reeeeally tough to photograph.
It’s a really striking coloration. Even moreso in person.
I also love this cut for poodles. Not too frou-frou, not too shaggy, it just looks smart!
Finally, some pictures of Sally and Jailbreak playing together. These two obviously adored one another, and were having so much fun. The only downside was the fact that Sally has really super-short fur, even shorter than usual for a pit. Normally not a problem unless it’s really cold out, but when she get into really roughhousing with another dog, she doesn’t have as much protection as another dog might, so she ends up a bit scratched up. But she doesn’t mind in the slightest, or even really notice, and it’s really nothing serious (I’ve gotten worse myself while playing with dogs) so no biggie.
Oh, I forgot to mention how Jailbreak got his name. It seems that his owners were at a rescue place, looking to adopt a dog. I think it was a schnauzer-based rescue, because I vaguely recall them mentioning that they were expecting to adopt a giant schnauzer. But apparently Jailbreak decided he liked the look of them, because he broke out of his enclosure and came over to say hello. And the rest is history… and pure schnauzing satisfaction.
They make such vicious growly sounds when they’re doing this, it’s adorable.
See how thin her fur is? You can see the black spots on her skin through it.
Doggie dancing. These two remind me of these two.
She wore him out. They’re around the same age (9 months for Jailbreak, maybe a year for Sally, I think?) but she has some extra store of energy somewhere.
When it became clear that Jailbreak was done playing for a few minutes, Sally walked over to me and looked up at me like, “Okay, so, will you be my NEXT playmate? I bet I can wear you out too.”
Hope the dog claws aren’t too hard on that nice shiny new hardwood floor.
Aww! (Not shown is the too-blurry next picture, where Sally has her jaws clamped around Jailbreak’s left front leg.)
Jailbreak! I first ran into him out in front of the Fairmont Hotel, on my way to work, on a day that Obama was driving by… this day, in fact. I walked up and made appropriate ‘aww cute!’ noises and knelt down, and his mom said, ‘oh, he’s really shy’ and then he walked over and licked my hand and let me pet him. I try not to feel too smug when that happens, since just as many dogs are inexplicably scared or repulsed by me as are inexplicably attracted to me, but I love it nonetheless.
And hey… schnauzers gonna schnauze, right?
Unfortunately, none of the pictures from that first meeting came out. Fortunately, I got to see him again, in the company of Sally.
When he’s not being nervous, this is more or less his default expression.
That back deck again. He liked it just as much as Sally and me.
“The Dog With The Eyebrows”
Fluffy muppet-fur.
Autumn might get Jailbreak as a dog-walking client. I’m looking forward to getting to see him more often, he’s fun.
Through a series of funny coincidences, I found out a while back that Sully is now named Sally, and was adopted and is leading a happy life down in Glen Park, a neighborhood of San Francisco. A couple of weeks ago I was invited to come down and see her and another dog (a gorgeous standard schnauzer named Jailbreak), have a little wine, and take a bunch of pictures. How could I refuse?
A terrible problem occurred after that, though: I have 300 pictures of the two of them, and around 50 of them are adorable and not blurry. It is taking me forever to choose! So I’m going to post some pictures of Sally today, and some of Jailbreak tomorrow, and then some of both of them together on Wednesday. Assuming everything goes as planned, of course.
I’m also going to include a few pictures of Sally that her family sent me. You’ll be able to tell which ones they are, by the fact that they are incredibly perfectly adorable.
Sally was friendly but a little skittish the first time I saw her, but she has absolutely blossomed in her new home.
She had a huge grin on her face almost the entire time I was there. And the exceptions were mostly because when you’re wrestling with another dog it’s hard to grin and achieve a hold at the same time. Sometimes she chose one, sometimes she chose the other. Either way, she was happy.
See? So happy!
The house she lives in has a pair of gorgeous back porches connected by a spiral staircase. I’ll try not to exude any more envy than I have to. 🙂
More smiles. So glad to see her so obviously happy.
Look at that sidelong expression. So cute!
She’s a hell of an athlete, too. I’m used to small dogs jumping three times their height, but…
Springy-dog.
She looked like she could have kept on doing this for hours.
I could have watched her for hours, too.
Her nose is amazing. It looks like she dunked it in a bowl of India ink.
The only two times I saw her looking other than delighted was when her friend Jailbreak and his humans left, and when I and a couple of other people left. She just loves people instantly, and then never wants them to leave again. It’s so adorable.
She even came to the window to say goodbye.
The view from Sally’s back porch. As I said… I’m kind of jealous.
A panorama, from the lower half of the deck.
If that is not the most profoundly comfortable dog I have ever seen, I don’t know what is. (These last two are their pictures, not mine.)
Look at that face. Just look at it.
(Maybe I can get Anne to weigh in on just what these things are, because I have no idea on any of them except I’m pretty sure one of them is some kind of thistle, and the one with the bee butt in it is California poppy.)
Well, I was cat-sitting in Alameda last weekend, and I walked from the ferry to the house and back, because it was a nice walk so why not? A good chunk of the walk was along a fence, some of which had a retired military base on the other side of it, and also some rather nice wildflowers. I’m sure that I could say something profound and philosophical here, but it’s Sunday night and I’m tired and so how about “Oooh pretty flowers!” instead?
Edit: Added another picture of the first one, by popular demand.
Lots of purples. Mostly purples, in fact.
These are the California poppies. And that’s the bee butt.
Thith ith the thithle! I kind of like this picture.
No idea. They almost look like teeny tiny insects.
And these guys kind of look like little peppers.
A closer look. No, I didn’t pick them, they’re still attached.
A slightly different angle, by popular demand.
It’s a good thing it’s Caturday because I need kittens, stat!
These two were chasing each other around, but they eventually slowed down enough for me to get a picture or two.
I always wonder whether the kittens in there can see out.