A little late for Christmas, but I thought this was funny so I’m going to post it anyway. It’s from a Thai restaurant directly across the street from where I work, Koh Samui and the Monkey.
Seems kind of… ominous, when they put it that way, doesn’t it? Plus, the nutcracker next to it… I dunno.
Sometimes I wander into Macy’s while they’re having their puppies and kittens display outside. There’s a room inside that has a bunch of kittens in KITTY JAILS where you can get a little closer to the action, although they aren’t quite as holiday-festive.
Look at those toes. Teeny kitten toe niblets.
This kitty was quite playful but had not quite learned to put away the claws and teeth when playing with humans.
Too bad, too… I totally wanted to pet him.
Cat expressions are hard for humans to read. Half-closed eyes like this mean ‘I don’t think of you as a threat’ or even ‘maybe we should be friends?’
One of the dogs of SF that keeps me honest. This guy was sitting in the doorway of one of the shops on Valencia Street, and I stopped and took a few pictures of him as I was passing by. Then I reached out to say hello/let him sniff me, and he gave a little exasperated ‘huff!’ and got up and walked into the shop. The woman who was working there said, “That’s funny, he [or she, I forget] never usually does that.”
I’m pretty sure that’s an Airedale, just with some impressively long fur.
A favorite breed of Autumn’s and mine, and an amazingly sweet dog: who better to be our 2015 dog of New Year’s Day? Kona is 2, and spreads good cheer wherever he goes.
Berners have such expressive faces. And what they’re usually expressing is “HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!”
Giant fluffy feets.
I really like this picture…
…and I love this one. Look at that expression.
A puppy, eight months old. He’s a ‘maltie-poo’. Which just sounds wrong, but who am I to judge? Anyway, Bandit is max dorbs, as a friend of mine would say.
Dad was inside a store and had just come back out. Bandit’s expression says it all.
Ran into these two outside my favorite cheese shop, Cheese Plus.
Bandit is a dog that knows how far smooches will take him, and gives them at every opportunity.
Curly tongue.
I ran into these two in the airport a week ago. Bully is six months old, and is anything but a bully, and Oliver is a goofy 1-year-old. They’d never met before but they were great friends by the time we all boarded the plane.
A very canine greeting. I love the expression.
Down dachshund. This is just after his playmate had to get in line for the plane.
I made a few funny noises and Bully gave me the adorable puppy head-tilt. “Baroo?”
Cassidy is floofily adorable. She’s about 13-ish, and is a husky mix, possibly with some golden retriever and/or Australian shepherd. She’s a real sweetheart, and she’s undergoing chemo right now, so everyone send good thoughts her way!
I ran into her in a Goodwill, which seemed an appropriate place for a dog with so much good-will.
She does have a bit of a dubious expression sometimes, though.
Tail tucked tightly between tocks.
A seal ion for your Sunday delectation. This fine lass was vacationing in the friendly and welcoming facilities of the Marine Mammal Center. She looks like she’s doing pretty well: decent weight, healthy-looking fur. She’ll probably get kicked out soon enough, but for now she’s enjoying the facilities and all the fish she can eat.
I love the spot on the top of the head. Looks like she’s wearing a little yarmulke!
No, really. This guy was totally dead to the world, sound asleep, not taking any calls. Yes, in that position.
I can’t even begin to guess how that could be comfortable for any animal, even one with a spine made out of spaghetti.
I also love the way he (? she?) has piled all the toys up right under his head before going to bed.
I wandered into Macy’s and saw a potential adoption in progress.
These two had seen this pup in the windows, and now they were seeing how compatible they were.
Was looking pretty good to me.
I don’t know the end of the story. I gave them a business card and asked them to email me. We’ll see if they do.