I ran into Belle (9) when we were both limping, so I felt an immediate sense of kinship.
(If anyone’s waiting to see pictures of their dog, drop me a line in the comments and I’ll prioritize you!)
Somehow I find it sadder to see a dog with a leg cast or wrap than a human. Partly because they don’t know it’ll be gone soon, I guess.
She’s still got the puppydog eyes down pat.
Alexander (4 months old) was one of those few dogs who did not warm to me. Some dogs, the owner says, “Wow, he never usually goes near strangers, you must have a way with animals.” With Alexander it was more like, “Wow, he doesn’t usually hide from people like that.” Which was very disappointing.
Just like a big stuffed animal.
Look at those fluffy feets.
He definitely was very leery of me. I don’t know why… I even took my hat off!
It sounds to me like a comic book villain, but who am I to judge?
I have absolutely no memory of taking these pictures. It’s only been a month.
This kitty was very, very focused on her exercise. AKA viciously murdering a perfectly innocent little kitty-toy.
This is at the SPCA. I walked away and came back 25 minutes later. She was still at it.
Not that I’m one to judge. I wish any of my hobbies made me THAT happy.
I love the liver-and-white dalmatians… they look just a little less sinister than some of the black and white ones do.
Occasionally I’m walking by a store and I just have to walk in because of a particularly cute dog. I often wonder what the shop owners think…
She’s way too tiny for such a weighty name! Maybe she’ll let me call her ‘Mina’.
Italian greyhounds look so delicate, and the puppies look like they couldn’t stand up to a stiff wind.
Those ears. You could practically read through them.
The eyes are a little funny-looking too.
The one ear-floppage and the expression. Too cute.
She wasn’t too shy to say hello to me, frail-looking or not.
With a little luck I’ll get to see Wilhelmina again. With a lot of luck, I’ll get to see her tearing around a dog park like a little maniac.
Yay, it’s my birthday. And as a special added bonus, I seem to have discovered how many years my limited warranty had left on it! (Adam is having some health issues, and is consequently somewhat testy. Beware. If you are not a dog, it might be wise to stay far, far away.)
Fortunately, I have Reggie (female, 4 years, assuming I’ve got the right dog here) to cheer me up.
Reggie was very, very happy to see us. (Autumn was with me, but is off-frame.)
See? Look at that expression.
Not shown: Autumn, to the right of the frame. Reggie is an equal-opportunity lover.
Seal-dog!
Saw this pretty pup outside of Crossroads Cafe. The glare was murder, but I did my best.
Edit: Sheesh, how did I label this a Sheltie in some places and a collie in others? Crazy!
I was on my way to lunch with a friend and ex-coworker when I saw this pup. And then, while I was having lunch with her, I saw a blue merle collie out the window.
You really do just want to curl up with her and bask in the sun for a while.
Vegas is a puggle, and a Very Important Pup: she’s the shop dog at Al’s Attire, a neat little tailor/cobbler’s shop in North Beach. I got a pair of custom-made shoes there, and although the first pair is a little pricey, it turns out they’ll make more pairs for you for significantly less. But I haven’t had to test that, since this pair has lasted me four years so far. Not bad!
Vegas has intermittent cherry-eye, and is a puggle. These two things combine to make her look sad a lot.
Still, I think she’s a pretty happy dog, all things considered.
There are a lot of pretty murals in San Francisco. I’m posting this one in celebration of the fact that there are still grey foxes in the San Francisco Presidio.
It’s not a grey fox, but hey, you can’t have everything.