I first saw Boo way back in 2010. He’s still a charmer, although he had a bit of a handicap in that department when I took these pictures.
We’ve all been there. I have the alarming tendency to walk around with a smudge of chocolate on my face.
Not sure what that expression is about.
Autumn’s mom wanted to give me something for Christmas. She’s a painter, and did a cute little iPhone holster for me a couple of years back, so I suggested another one: I leave one at work, with my belt and shoes, so I can jog in with a very small backpack and shower and change there. So it’d be nice to have one for home.
I only gave her the actual holster at Christmas, so obviously the gift would be a bit belated. But it finally came, and it is awesome.
SO. CUTE.
A close-up. I am willing to bet that I am now the proud owner of the cutest iPhone holster in the world.
Another grey and white floofly kitty! I’m spoiling y’all.
That’s a very intense expression.
One of the downsides to peering through the Macy’s windows: you can’t hear the adorable little mews.
Autumn and Charlotte sharing their deepest secrets. Charlotte is 10 months old, and is adorable.
This is literally the only time she stood still enough for me to get a picture.
I’ve run into Laszlo (3.5 years old) once before, but only in the dark, so I never managed to get any good pictures, or even see him very clearly. A friend of mine has run into him a couple more times than I have, and he’s her favorite dog in the world. After a look at some pictures, and maybe at his facebook page, I think you’ll be able to figure out why. (Warning: facebook page contains a puppy picture in which Laszlo looks like a raccoon… scroll all the way down.)
I choose to believe that Laszlo always looks this happy.
He certainly did the entire time I was there. And the tail never stopped wagging.
This is not the first woolly malamute we’ve seen here. Anyone else remember Mishka?
You just want to throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in the fuzz.
This is two days in a row that I have posted dogs that I just saw that day, a rarity for me. This time it’s not a tiny puppy, but it is an amazingly nice dog with a great story.
It seems that, back in December of 2010, Dexter and his sister were Macy’s window puppies. Dexter’s sister was adopted, and he was left all alone in the window, where he caught the eye of a woman passing. She hadn’t intended to adopt, hadn’t even been thinking about it, but something about Dexter drew her inside. Where, not to put too fine a point on it, the SPCA volunteers were very dubious, since spur-of-the-moment adoptions all too often result in dogs coming right back to the shelter two months later.
In fact, they were so dubious that they wouldn’t allow her to take Dexter, or even put him on hold until the next day. They kept saying, ‘You need to think about this.’
Well, she went home, and she thought about it, and she went to bed. And when the SPCA office’s opened the next morning (since Dexter had been rotated out of the Macy’s windows) she was there, ready to adopt him. And the rest, from what little I saw, was a match made in heaven. Dexter is a calm, happy, friendly dog, and seemed to know that I needed a little stress relief, which he graciously provided. And his mom obviously dotes on him.
Not shown, unfortunately, is what happened while I was standing there: another dog that looked JUST like Dexter, except fluffier, came up and introduced herself. Apparently Dexter’s sister looked just like him except fluffier, but this pup turned out to be from L.A., so probably not her. Still, they liked each other a lot, and consequently were moving around too fast for me to catch any non-blurry shots in the low light.
Also not shown, also unfortunately, are any shots of Dexter when he was in the Macy’s window. I went back and looked through my pictures from that year, but I didn’t have any of Dexter, although I do have another adoption story from that year.
Anyway, enough talk. Here’s Dexter!
Dexter sits on command, but he also likes to then get up and come over and cuddle.
Oh man, that’s a devastating expression.
Autumn’s got a nasty cold, and I’m still suffering from a variety of interesting ailments, though fortunately nothing life-threatening. Both of us are badly in need of something, and fortunately, just today, when I slipped out of my office to grab some lunch, I saw that very something.
I didn’t have to run after Gus, because two other people fawned over him for long enough for me to catch up.
Look at those teensy little ridiculously sharp puppy claws.
Every second I was taking pictures of Gus was a second I wasn’t petting that ear. Agony.
That expression.
I think he’s one of the youngest puppies I’ve ever posted.
A brief moment of almost-stillness.
Oh god can I just borrow him? I promise I’ll give him back. (No I won’t.)
Daisy’s one of our growing pack of local Old English Sheepdogs. I think her dad was surprised to hear me say that there were several around… but I think she knew Bumper. But then, everybody knows Bumper.
Behold this magnificently fluffy behind.
I need a dog to bury my face in right now (long story), and I think she’d be a great candidate.
I don’t really remember running across this… funny what insomnia will do to your memory.
Kinda pretty, regardless.
Lots of fluff!
I love grey kitties.