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.) 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.
Just a reminder to all of you people who aren’t into football: if you weren’t planning on being in front of a TV this Sunday, maybe you should revise your plans. Because The Puppy Bowl (IX!) will be showing, and this year in addition to its kitten halftime show, it features hedgehog cheerleaders.
I’m not sure I can handle that level of ridiculousness, but I sure as heck am going to try.
Could be a mix, could just be a straight shepherd. Quite pretty, either way, no? Looks a lot like Vlad, except goofier.
This guy has a reddish nose with black speckles on it.
Those ears. It’s hard to take a dog seriously when his ears stick out that far to the sides.
I think I see a little smile
I like this one. She’s got a mind of her own.
Eskies have the softest fur ever. Best sleeping bag in the world: two huskies (one for each side) and an Eskie as a pillow.
Okay, yes, this one was a little timid. But hey, I’m scary, I know.
Such a delicate ear. You could practically read through it.
I think that’s what this guy is.
He doesn’t look terribly enthusiastic to see me, does he?
I don’t recall the story behind the ‘Shiva-or-Babette’ controversy, but I’m sure it was a debate full of excitement and vigor.
I’m no longer on drugs, and only in mild pain, and consequently will try to be a bit more reliable in my updates again. Sorry ’bout that!
Talk about two peas in a pod. One’s definitely a little fluffier, but the most reliable way to tell them apart is leash color.
The less poofly of the two. The tear stains worry me a bit: apparently poodles are prone to eyelash problems (growing into the eye rather than away from it), which can cause eye irritation, which can cause this. Isn’t there something that can be done about that? It must be awful!
The pooflier half. Little bit of puppy tongue there.
Double dog butt, with extra special black poodle guest star.