I’d say Tamir (5 years old, and a girl) looked like a baby bat, but y’all might take it the wrong way. I happen to think that baby bats are adorable.
I can’t believe this is our first Mexican Hairless, but it sure looks that way. Congrats, Tamir!
She kind of has that ‘gargoyle’ thing going on too.
Who better to celebrate National Puppy Day with than an adorable little Shetland sheepdog?
I just ran into him last Friday, on my way to work.
Tiny vicious puppy barks!
With all the ears and the fluff, he’s practically got a mane.
I came THAT close to blowing off work and following this puppy around all day.
Still not sure I made the right decision.
I made the wrong choice.
Oh well. I think he lives close by, so maybe I’ll see him again soon.
(If you’re viewing this from Facebook, and it looks weirdly cropped, click through to the blog post. It’s worth it. At least, I think so.)
Was just going through my old pictures, and found this one neglected in a folder. I quite like it. It’s the top knobby-bit from the Point Reyes lighthouse.
I did have to get a little bit out on some rocks to get it, but not much. The sun was very, very cooperative, for a change.
I ran into this guy taking his cat out for a walk. Needless to say, he was surrounded by admirers, and got a bit of attention from some passing dogs as well. I didn’t quite catch the kitty’s name: it was somewhere between Buffy and Poppy, with a possible stop at Fluffy or Floppy. Well, whatever, pretty cute.
Also, my point-and-shoot camera (Canon SX260 HS) just semi-died after two years and four months of service (which is to say, four months out of my credit-card-extended warranty), so most of my pictures are liable to be iPhone until I can figure out what to replace it with.
He was actually less skittish than the looks in these pictures. Still not exactly delighted though.
As best I could make out, he was looking at someone’s toes.
I’ve lived here for over ten years now, but Polk Street never ceases to provide amusement.
Hmm. Checked flannel shirt. Sunglasses. Walking a cat in San Francisco.
He really was remarkably tolerant in terms of human contact.
I’m not very good at reading feline expressions. It’s a lot harder than dogs. Ears erect and forward, but eyes open and pupils constricted (though that might just be because it’s bright.) Wary but not alarmed, maybe?
Who knew a shorn Eskie would look like a Pomeranian?
The expression also reminds me of a Pomeranian: pure joy.
For some reason, Zoe/Zoey/Zoë/Zooey is one of the more common dog names I’ve seen. Not sure why, but it works for me.
This particular Zoe is a 10-month-old German shorthaired pointer who loves long walks and longer runs.
Lovely eyes.
Poor Finn! Well, maybe not… he sure wasn’t letting it slow him down any.
Finn has an instagram page, ‘finnthetoller‘, whereon you will see OMG RIDICULOUS pictures of Finn. The younger puppy ones are too cute for words, or even inarticulate squeaking sounds.
The picture looks a little weird, kind of like he’s glowing. This is not the camera’s fault. This is what Finn looks like in person, too.
I can’t remember the source of the injury. I just remember it was a broken leg and he’s gonna be fine.
Poooor dooooog. You can just FEEL the pathos. Or maybe that’s just dog drool.
I don’t know this gal’s name, and the dog tags aren’t helping any (unless her name is ‘SF Dog License’) but she’s awesome. I am like 90% sure I’ve taken pictures of her before, and I may even have posted some, but if so I can’t find them.
Edit: Dad weighs in in the comments! She’s a she, she’s Cher, and they think she might be a basset/pit/border collie/lab or something like that. Anyway, I ran into her again recently and she’s just as awesome as I remember.
She has a very dignified expression in most of my pictures.
She has absolutely perfect ears. Anyone know what that kind of ear is called?
Se was very serious about her petting.
Ran into her in Lafayette Park, which explains why I didn’t get her name. Just too many dogs around to get all of their names.
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.