Guess who I ran into today? A dog I posted waaaaay back in January of 2010. In fact, I think she was right around my 35th post. Her name is Ginger, and she helps out her dad, who is an accordion player. She’s the sweetest thing on four legs.
A mellow goofball who likes accordion music. Sounds like an awesome personals ad to me.
She has quite the grin.
Well, I did a little bit of looking around, and I think this fine fellow might be a male dark-eyed junco, but I’m not sure. Any of my birder friends want to chime in here?
I think someone found an inchworm. Yum!
I asked if Hobbes was named after the philosopher or the cartoon character, and they said both. (And then, if I recall correctly, they said ‘he was named that way when we got him, but don’t tell anybody. Ooops! Oh no! Sorry!)
Hobbes is just a big bundle of fluff, drool, mud, and goof. (Not listed by volume. Contents may have shifted during gallumphing.)
He’s not letting his ten years slow him down any. Good going, pup!
Sometimes I feel like ‘Glamor Shots’. Soft focus? Check. Blurred background? Check. 2/3 view? Check. Dangling tongue? Che… waaaait.
Marley is just 5 months old, but is already fearless in her pursuit of affection.
Remember, Marley is not an older English gentleman in saggy pajamas.
The black spotty lips get me every time. They’re almost as good as a cow-spotted belly.
She’s going to be a real handful for a while yet, I can tell.
‘Chow/Golden Retriever/Etc’. That’s what I have in my notes, and notes don’t lie.
Autumn and I ran into Luke, and, well, long story short, I may be losing my girlfriend to someone cuter. C’est la vie, non?
Very interesting coloration for a golden mix: like a dark red golden retriever, but with some black. That’s fairly unusual, and probably mostly inherited from the chow.
That kind of coloration is apparently common in the chow. Unusual in other breeds though.
Luke is not shy about making his needs known.
Sometimes it’s torture being the photographer. Autumn got cuddles, all I got was pictures.
Kala gave me so many kisses I walked off with wet hands. Strangely enough, I could not bring myself to be unhappy about this state of affairs.
Kala is 6. I totally mistook her for a puppy.
Apparently Kala is a fan of an alternative local sports franchise. Even though she was within two blocks of AT&T Park!
Nope, I never get tired of these. Never.
Look at that expression. That’s a happy dog, right there. (Dad was a little busy… but he still had one hand left over for Kala at all times.)
I met Dante and his mom, Francine Brevetti, on my jog to work one morning. I stopped her to get a few pictures of her pooch, and found out that she is a writer, writing coach, and ghost writer, who is currently working on a book about pets who sleep with their owners. Current working title: ‘Cat Naps and Doggie Snorts‘.
Dante himself is, if I recall correctly, a rescue from Muttville Senior Dog Rescue. He’s 10, but he’s a miniature poodle… he’s still got plenty of years left in him.
Mom called him ‘Dante’ because he’s an Italian writer, just like her.
Those ears. Do you think he stole them from a standard poodle, maybe?
A better look at one ridiculous ear.
Pretty good camouflage. I almost didn’t see her.
Any of my birdier readers want to tell me which species this is? It kind of looks like a California gull, but it seems like the beaks on them only have black tips, they aren’t all black.
My childhood was full of seagulls, though of the east-coast varieties.
What’s cuter than a 1-year-old keeshund? How about a 10-week-old keeshund? These two were visiting a bar not far from our place. Alas, Bandito (aka ‘Bandit’) was all worn out from some playing and then the walk over. He didn’t even do much wiggling.
They both have the same parents, but obviously not from the same litter.
The older ones are very nearly as dangerously cute as the puppies. So much fluff!
Keeshund puppy-fur is the softest thing in the world.
Concerned sister photobomb.
You can just see that he very nearly collapsed with his head in the water bowl.
Meatloaf! I posted him on my birthday, after taking pictures of him a year ago. And his dad still found the pictures after less than a month, and sent me a couple more. And they were so awesome that I just had to post them. So this is how Meatloaf is doing, a year and a bit after I originally ran into him.
This picture reminds me of this news story. Warning: OMG CUTENESS. Your brain will melt.
I just want to reach down and boop that nose.