Just ran into this gorgeous collie recently, down in North Beach. Isn’t that eye amazing?
The picture almost looks stretched out vertically. It’s not. Collies are just that pointy.
That eye was really attention-grabbing.
Mind you, so was the rest of her. (Or him. Didn’t check.)
In front of Caffe Trieste: nice place to hang out, for dogs and people. Especially in the gorgeous weather. (Sorry, east-coasters. Hope you get dug out soon!)
I walked out of work on Thursday just in time to see Barkley being escorted out of the bar downstairs by a bouncer. It seems he’d been causing a ruckus… probably by means of his overwhelming cute-itude.
I have never met a ‘blue tricolor’ beagle before.
Didn’t take him long to get the puppydog eyes down pat.
It must be awful having a 12-week-old puppy… having to take him everywhere you go… carry him around when he gets tired… simply dreadful.
I haven’t seen any of these fine beasties in the city before. And I’m pretty sure this flock wandered into the city quite recently, because they’re very skittish about people. Whenever I even got near their tree they fled.
More cats soon… Autumn got some kitty pictures for me, but I haven’t managed to get them from her yet.
I never realized until recently that red-winged blackbirds are one of the most common birds in North America.
Apparently these guys are a local-ish sub-species, the bi-colored red-winged blackbird (agelaius phoeniceus gubernator). The regular red-winged blackbird has a yellow stripe above the red, easily visible when they’re flying; these guys didn’t.
I guess this pup was one of the participants in Project Dog. A real celebrity in our midst!
He looks quite serious, doesn’t he?
Meet Febbo, a 9-year-old male whippet. Believe it or not, he’s our first! How on earth did that happen?
None of my side views of this fine pooch turned out. Too bad, since whippets are so graceful-looking.
The ‘confused puppy head tilt’. I get a lot of these when I use the squeaky toy hidden in my backpack.
I think he might’ve been more interested in the dog treats in my backpack, though.
Okay, Zoe’s not tiny-tiny… I mean, she’s not chihuahua-sized. But she’s a full-grown (1-year-old) Labrador retriever/poodle mix that weighs 14 pounds. That’s a whole lot of awesome to pack into such a petite form.
She looks pretty determined, doesn’t she?
Those ears look fun to play with.
Pixie is quite a rare breed! In fact, she may well be the only Norwegian fruit-bat terrier outside of Norwegia. I had been previously unaware of this breed, until her mom told me about them, but I immediately made up researched a bunch of details. For example, did you know that they were originally bred for war, and were used in the Battle of Hastings by Norwegian mercenaries, who were hired to fight against the fearsome Norman ‘batzenjammers’, who rode into battle on the backs of giant mutant fruit bats?
Whoever cropped her ears should have his ears cropped in return. It’s only fair, right?
Edit: Well, I’m not sure why significant numbers of people search for ‘Norwegian fruit-bat dog’ on google, but welcome regardless.
Obviously the ears have to be cropped to keep the fruit bats from grabbing onto them, right?
Perhaps the curly tail enables the dog to trap smaller fruit-bats as they fly through?
And the intense cuteness attracts bats. And also dog blog photographers.
Namo is apparently often found in Kiehl’s, a cosmetics-and-stuff store on Fillmore Street. His name is apparently part of a Buddhist prayer (‘Namo Buddhaya’, or ‘salutation to the Buddha’, if I’m reading this right.)Â I don’t know, corgis never struck me as the most serene of animals, although Cardigans are definitely closer to that than Pembrokes are.
Whatever he’s named for, he sure makes a good store ambassador. He led about five people into the store. Including me.
They had treats waiting for him behind the counter. Frequent visitor indeed!
I’ve been holding onto Charlie (girl) for around six months now. Why? Because I just had too many good pictures of her. I just couldn’t choose, say, ten. But today I’m watching the Puppy Bowl, and so I have plenty of time for weighty cuteness-related decisions.
This pup is an expert wiggler.
Look at that happy face.
See what I mean? Look at that dog. How could I choose just a few pictures?
Mom had just recently adopted Charlie recently, but they were already getting along great.
Now that’s a big yawn. Nice teeth too!
Charlie was stuck between ‘I want to play!’ and ‘I want belly rubs!’
It’s a dilemma I wouldn’t mind more of myself!
My god, this dog ought to be in the movies. Or advertising something.
Look at that belly. The belly!
Like I said… expert wiggler.
My notes seem to be off… they say I ran into Lucy two days later than I took these pictures, but I can’t see anyone else who could be a 6-month-old Great Dane than this sweetie here, and I sure don’t see any other names that could be her, either. So I hereby decree this to be Lucy!
(Sorry, no cats today. Autumn brought some back from her trip, though, so expect more soon!)
The perfectly-sized pony for someone, say, three years old.
Great Danes look tremendously goofier with their ears un-clipped. (Say no to ear clipping! Say yes to more goofy dogs! Everyone wins!)
Haven’t had a nose shot for some time.