Well, yesterday was Black Friday, right? So doesn’t that make today Black Caturday?
Unfortunately, I don’t have any completely black cats to post, but I think these are close enough.
I love the little guy in the back. Peek!
Never seen this coloration before. Pretty!
Murphy (3) is apparently a ‘woodle’! That’s half ‘woot!’ and half ‘kaboodle’, right?
I love the pose, and the coy look.
I forget what trick this was, but it was definitely on command.
Happy dog face.
Ran into these two outside the Bell Tower, a common spot for dog sightings. Their owner had an interesting story about Finn (11 months), who is a recent rescue and rather skittish still: it seems he was rescued ‘by ultimatum’. I don’t have all the details, but as best I can recall, they called her up to come take a look at him, and when she got there they told her he had some behavioral problems and that they were just going to have to euthanize him if she didn’t take him. Harsh! Fortunately, she was willing, and she’s slowly winning him over. (Jake is 7-ish and is a big old softie who loves everyone, including Finn, so that helps.)
Sounds like Finn has a lot to be thankful for, although from what his owner said, she has a lot to be thankful to her pups for, too. How about all you dog lovers out there… have any animals you’re thankful for?
Big goofy muppet dog face.
Skittish, yes. Finn was quite hard to get a picture of.
Magnificently floofy.
They have obviously been a team for a good (happy) long time.
First, I want to give a quick apology to Kaci, a husky/samoyed mix I ran into in September. I really wanted to post her, because she’s gorgeously floofy, and I ran into her in a lovely courtyard on the grounds of Grace Cathedral, and because I told her dad I would. Unfortunately, it turned out to be too dark, and all of my pictures were too blurry. Sorry Kaci!
Second, meet Rudy, the 9-month-old Jack Russell mix. Rudy moved a lot faster than Kaci, but I ran into him during the day, so things worked out a little better.
To save you some eyestrain: the tag on his collar says ‘stud muffin’.
One ear flopped!
I’ve been a bad, bad blogger. It was a long weekend, spent trying to set up two separate computers and work around problems with a third. One of them will be the new home to the blog (and a dozen other web sites, and my email server, and other stuff besides) though so that’s good. Unfortunately, still a bunch more work to do before it’s ready.
In the mean time, have a cute golden retriever puppy. I didn’t catch his name, I was too busy squealing and hugging him.
The softest ears.
I didn’t take notes, but I think this pups story is that he’s kind of old and doesn’t have a lot of energy, and so if mom walks him (a couple miles) to the dog park, all he wants to do when he gets there is rest. So she pushes him instead, and then he gets in some happy playtime with all his friends.
Makes sense to me!
Bulldogs only have two expressions: delighted or disgruntled.
Bat ears!
Lovely. And calm enough that I actually got a couple of pictures at night that weren’t too blurry to post.
This one was on Polk Street too. I swear, if you sat on a street corner on Polk with sandals on for long enough, one of every dog breed in the world would lick your toes.
Hmm. Sounds like a project for my retirement!
Saw this pup going by, and I thought, damn, not going to have time to get out the good camera. Nabbed a shot with my iPhone, and then saw that there was a traffic hold-up a couple blocks up, so I ran a block along the street until the car got caught in the traffic and then dug out my better camera and got a couple good shots.
I am a slave to my art. Pity me!
Or, y’know, don’t. 🙂
Polk Street is such a great place for dog-watching.
The pup saw me running after the car and taking pictures, and the thought process was obvious: ‘Oh look! That guy likes me, and he likes chasing cars, and I like chasing cars too! Yay! Hi! Will you be my friend?’ She smiled at me until the car drove away. SO. CUTE.
Ran into these two one morning on my way to work. Dad was in a little restaurant grabbing something to eat, and they were shamelessly accosting passers-by and soliciting cuddles. I, of course, was completely unable to resist.
Harley has a very piercing stare, but Loki has got the greatest ‘hi there!’ expression I’ve seen in quite a while.
Loki (6, male) is SUCH a ham. The expression is hard to see because of the tire behind him, but look close.
Harley (8, female) has got the pinkest nose-stripe I’ve ever seen. And she’s also a total sweetie.
When I walked away from these two, Harley started staring fixedly at me, but Loki started howling. Mournfully. It worked perfectly: I felt like a total heel for not just parking myself there for the next hour and petting them.
Yuki was ten weeks old when I ran into her. And when I say ‘ran’, I mean that I had to run across a street full of cars and halfway down the block to catch up with her. But she was worth it. So worth it.
Ran into her while I was visiting New Jersey this past May, so she’s an honorary dog of San Francisco.
Yuki means snow in Japanese, apparently.
A teensy little snow-drift in the middle of May!