So I was thinking of making this week Australian shepherd week, and then I ran across this puppy, and could not resist posting her today. So maybe Australian shepherd week is next week.
Look at those ears.
Apparently giving water bottles to teething puppies for chewing is a thing.
She sure seemed to like it.
The ears are always standing up, but they seem to lean against one another more or less at random.
So. Cute.
Autumn and I ran into Mogul in company of his dad, who insisted that he was actually a giant American Eskimo dog. I wasn’t going to argue with him, but I have never even heard of an Eskie as big as Mogul. Still, stranger things have happened.
A tiny little park, not much bigger than my apartment (and that’s TINY!) in Bernal Heights.
Someone sure has a great smile, whatever he is.
Sorry, no caturday today: I’ve been pressed into service as Autumn’s cab service, and probably won’t be able to post from my computer until at least 1 or 2 AM Sunday, when I get home. And by then I won’t be in any mood for posting.
Fortunately, I have a couple cute pictures on my phone that I can post. Though I didn’t get this adorable pup’s name.
Okay, first off, take a look at these pictures of Milo. And then I want you to go to this page and check out the picture of the red panda. And then come back and look again at the last picture of Milo.
Now tell me that Milo doesn’t look like a red panda that got a quick hair dye job at one of our local pet grooming establishments. Go on. Tell me. I dare you.
Milo’s 7, and showing no signs of slowing down.
Milo can strut with the best of them.
See? I swear that is totally a red panda face and expression.
Eve was sitting outside a grocery store down in the Bernal Heights neighborhood when Autumn and I were down there. What a gorgeous combination of breeds.
Eve is a dog of great fluffiness.
Soulful.
A teddy bear for you today.
Sorry if I’ve been a little lax. I’m trying to get some important stuff done in the evenings, and that in combination with some sleep issues has been really cutting into my blogging time. Hopefully both the important stuff and the sleep issues won’t last too much longer.
Wherever Pomerania is, I want to visit it someday. I like to imagine that the people there are just as happy as the dogs.
The Australian side is confirmed, but the Yorkie side looks pretty certain to me too.
A very ‘noble dog’ pose.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day! I found Tigger (that’s T-I-Double-Guh ERRR!) the Irish setter last month while adventuring in Bernal Heights. He’s eleven, so he’s maybe a bit less apt to pounce on people, but he’s still sproinging around happily.
Mom and pup. I have to say, that color is just gorgeous.
Amazing how much they look like golden retrievers, given that the two aren’t related, and they are almost certainly, as a type, quite a bit older than goldens.
They’ve got the golden retriever grin down pat too. No pun intended!
I was wandering through the Castro on Saturday, and I happened to stick my head into a Pet Food Express where they were having an adoption event. They had a whole bunch of adorable kitties available for adoption, so I got to do a little stocking up on caturday fare. But they also had this fine specimen of a bunny, so I figured I ought to do a bunday supplement this week.
Unfortunately the cases were ridiculously reflective, so I could only get pictures by pressing my phone right up against the glass. Fortunately, this guy’s head JUST fit in the frame.
Some more pictures from the Oakland Zoo. We wandered around the otter enclosure for a while, and all the otters were underwater and refusing to come out. And then when we got to the last part of the enclosure, all of a sudden five otters burst from the water, ran across the middle of the enclosure, ran right up to us, and started chittering and chirping at us. And then they turned around and ran away. Unfortunately it took me a while to get my camera set up, so I only got pictures of a couple of them, but it was pretty amazingly cute.
Those tails are amazing. So huge.
Look at the little hands. I would totally shake hands with an otter. Yeah, yeah, claws, I know. I’d risk it.