I thought Zoe was a puppy, but apparently she’s just a very small English bulldog. Also a very tired one. Well, it’s been a long week for a lot of us.
She was too pooped even to pay attention to the food on the table.
I didn’t MEAN to wake her up! Honest!
Even as young as he is (3 months), Milo has a career path all picked out: antidepressant. It’s impossible to be near him without being perked up.
Ran across these two standing in just the right place.
If they weren’t the cutest pair in San Francisco that day, they were certainly a strong contender.
Nope, definitely the cutest.
He had the Pomeranian attitude: everybody deserves a sniff…
…and everyone who doesn’t back away fast enough deserves smooches.
Almost didn’t include this one because it was kind of blurry… but how could I not include that expression?
Dad knows all the itchy spots.
I have a half dozen pictures of Milo shaking himself. I’m going to rotate through them as my home computer background for a while, I find them endlessly amusing.
Wednesdays are ‘work late’ days for me at the moment: work provides us dinner, and we stay a little later. Means that I often get home feeling about like this gal did when I ran into her, though. (‘Band’ isn’t a kind or color of dog, nor is it her name… she was part of a band that was performing at a street fair. I’m sure she was a great backup singer when she wasn’t so sleepy.)
Yes, she is entirely white except one brown ear and a brown spot over the opposite eye. Yes, this is adorable.
These two were not appreciators of my work. In fact, they would have really appreciated it if I had just left them and their mom alone, thankyouverymuch.
Lulu is in the purple.
I gather that they’re not the friendliest, but that this level of antagonism was pretty unusual. I guess we just got off on the wrong foot. Paw. Whatever.
Oh well, I guess you can’t win them all.
A very brief pause between fits of barking.
This guy’s a toughie. I’m guessing boxer and something else, but no real idea what.
Sorry I missed the weekend. Wasn’t feeling so hot. I’ll be fully recovered as soon as I can get a decent night’s sleep… any day now. 😛
Perhaps not the most decorous of shots.
He almost looks like a full boxer, but his muzzle’s just a bit too long.
He’s got the plaintive boxer expression, but not the concerned boxer forehead wrinkles.
Autumn ran into Cooper when he was only 3 months old, and told me, “Oh my god, there’s a puppy in the neighborhood that you totally have to see.” It was another month before I ran into him, but I’ve seen him a couple times since then. He’s still gorgeous.
In the background are three pups I’ve featured on my blog, at various times.
He has a very intense stare.
Now, watch the dog biscuit carefully.
Cooper is clearly ready for this…
If you look closely, you can still see the biscuit. (Incidentally, I got this shot on my iPhone 5s. Not bad, huh?)
So, is anyone else reminded of this video?
At least he didn’t have any trouble finding it.
Well, I’m sure he’ll manage to catch it next time, right?
It’s a husky sort of day, don’t you think? Jack is 5 in these pictures, and definitely has that husky attitude.
The ‘noble husky’ attitude. Mom holding a treat helps, of course.
There’s the treat.
Yeah, he dropped it. And then couldn’t find it. (I think this is what they call a ‘hangdog expression’.)
Lovely eyes.
There, he found it.
Quite a demure look, especially coupled with sticking his tongue out.
Remember Sully? Turns out she was adopted on Valentine’s Day.
I’m so glad, I was really worried for her.
I don’t know how I missed Max for so long… it’s really inexcusable. Such an awesome mix!
He got a lot more sheepdog than he did golden retriever, in appearance.
A good view of the bandana, busy at work making this dog 15% more awesome.
He’s perfectly capable of taking himself for a walk… but it’s much more fun with two!
Autumn and I walked this pup around Bernal Heights.
Fidel was a pain, but he meant well, and I like the way these pictures came out.
Okay… a little derpy. Still cute.