One of the costumed dogs at the doggie-block-party Autumn and I went to looked a little familiar. I think this is Moe! (Or should I say ‘King Moe’?)
I missed the costume contest part of the party, but there were still a few glorious ones around.
I couldn’t actually tell if Moe minded the costume or not. He was making no effort to shed it, but he does look maybe a little disgruntled.
Computer’s screen is being flaky. Please, please, you just have to last a little longer, and then I’ll replace you and you can rest! (Or, well, I’ll donate you to somewhere that they’ll keep you plugged into a monitor all the time, more likely.)
Anyway, fuzzy screen or not, I can tell that Lolly here is just about the cutest you can get without making people’s heads actually explode. And maybe she even does that occasionally. But only by accident, because she must prefers people with functioning heads so that they can pet her.
Gangly and awkward, and yet excruciatingly cute.
Yes, that’s my leg. She was very emphatic about wanting me to put down the camera and pet her.
Puppybelly!
That’s not drool under her chin, by the way… just a spot on the pavement.
Autumn and I went to a ‘dog fair’ block party last weekend (I know, I know, I totally forgot to post about it before hand, I’m a bad dog blogger!) and it turns out there were also kitties (which I will post next Caturday) and bunnies!
That is one substantial rabbit. I suspect he outweighs most cats.
The little grey nose and feets!
I know, I know, it’s caturday, right? But I also ran into Coltrane on his birthday, so I just had to give him pride of place today. Don’t worry, I have a non-dog post planned for tomorrow.
Don’t know if Coltrane is a full lab — apparently they can have white on their chests, hearkening back to one of the breed progenitors, which had ‘tuxedo’ markings and was called the ‘St. John’s water dog’. But he could also have a little something else in him. Who knows? He’s great, though.
Happy face! I’d say he knew it was his birthday, but honestly he probably looks like this every day.
He was briefly intrigued by my camera.
Would not be a birthday without the obligatory nose shot.
Little did Coltrane know that he was on his way to the dog bakery (no, really) to get a dog birthday cake!
No, no, relax, as far as I know Ozzy is fine. But what isn’t fine is OZ Lounge, which seems to have closed its doors. Which means that I will no longer have the chance to pet an adorable husky on the way to work. Woe is me!
These are the last shots I got of Ozzy, between one and three weeks before they closed.
He was definitely at maximal cuteness for the occasion.
I saw London (4) as I walked by an eatery in the Marina district. He was being amazingly well-behaved, just lying there patiently while mom and her friend had lunch, not even doing much of the ‘please can I have some of that’ eyes.
Friendly, patient, and cute. And pretty obedient too.
He even knew how to shake.
You can see a bit of another dog in the background. There were, in total, FIVE dogs at the outside tables of this restaurant.
Mumble. No internet and no dogs makes Adam something something.
Hopefully Internet will be fixed by tomorrow. In the mean time, though, I don’t have any dog pictures on my phone so you just get a little text.
On the up side, I just reassembled my old iPhone (after disassembling it and replacing the broken screen last night) and about 99% of it works! (The flash doesn’t work, but I’ve never actually used the flash so I don’t care.) And I promise you, as difficult as it may sound, in reality it’s worse. If a set of instructions tells you to make sure you don’t mistake the 1.4 mm screw for a 1.5 mm screw, my advice is to put them down and back slowly away.
Oh wait! I do have a dog picture on my phone after all. Plus, as a bonus, it accurately represents how I feel about my internet being flaky for hours and then going entirely missing.
Interesting: I seem to have acquired my first significant ear infection since I was in my pre-teens. (I’m sure you didn’t want to know about that, but hey, it’s my blog, right? 🙂 ) And wow, is it irritating. So I’m going to hit the sheets quite early tonight. Thus, you only get the one picture.
It’s a puzzling one, too. The face looks very English-bulldog-ish, but the legs are rather long, looking more like those of an Olde English Bulldogge. (Also, she has the whole ‘Hitler mustache’ thing going on, but I think it really works for her so what the heck, right?)
Bulldog grins. There’s nothing quite like ’em.
If you think that Tank (1 year, male) is cute in these pictures, you cannot even begin to imagine the mind-melting cuteness that is Tank in person. There’s a pretty good chance that, when I die, it will be as a result of seeing a dog as cute as Tank (assuming there are any more as cute as Tank) across a busy street, just disappearing into a building, and trying to cut across the street fast enough to get a some pictures. Or just a few smooches.
But not this time! This time I was not, in fact, run over. And I did collect smooches. And pictures.
(Incidentally, I am aware that Tank looks an awful lot like a shiba inu. I am not going to second-guess his mom, though. And I admit, I have never, ever seen a shiba inu that was as delighted to see me as Tank was.)
This right here is how you persuade your boss to adopt dog-friendly workplace policies.
One of those faces that you could NOT get mad at.
Tank has got to be one of the most photogenic dogs I have ever run into.
EeeeeeEEee!
That’s definitely a malamute-like expression right there.
I have never seen anything quite like Rooney (girl, 4 years old). She’s a complete sweetheart, even when you try to get her ball away from her. You still won’t succeed, mind you. She just doesn’t blame you for trying.
She likes to run around showing everyone her ball. It’s actually pretty adorable.
Happy face. Those ears are especially goofy.
I think I might have gotten a little too close. She didn’t growl or anything, she just gave me a … look.
She figured out I wasn’t after the ball soon enough.