Java is a little cutie. She’s all grown up, two years old, she’s just little. She’s also one of the least fluffy ‘fluffy’ corgis that I’ve ever seen. Which is still quite fluffy enough, thank you!
I am feeling like death warmed over. And I can’t get a COVID/flu test because I left my driver’s license 50 miles away. Not my finest hour.
Blanc is six, and is a gorgeous floofy-boy!
Gracie is five months old and OH MY GOD SO CUTE.
Nala (4) and I are feeling a little bit under the weather today. Blah.
Riley, bold Riley-o is 11 years old. No captions of hovertext today, just not feeling it, so just have several adorable dog pictures.
Not sure if she’s really a mix or just an unusual-looking German shepherd. I am sure that she’s a big goof, and I know this because she would NOT stop digging in a planter until her mom told her off, which had no effect whatsoever, and then gave her a treat, which definitely did.
Wilson is 5, and, like many corgis, an Olympic-level side-eye expert.
I went by the same spot I did last week, and the puppies were awake!
I dunno, I thought it was funny. Maybe it’s the 8-year-old in me.
I wandered into the Great Mall last Thursday while I was waiting for my car to recharge. There is, I am delighted to report, a CAT CAFE! Well, not exactly. No food allowed. But close enough! Fifteen dollars for half an hour of kitten-play. I didn’t have half an hour… this time. So I just took a few pictures.
