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.
Sorry for the lack of effort, yesterday and today. I’m feeling totally enervated (blame pain and codeine, and bad news.) So: have an Old English sheepdog, shaved short except for his Beatles haircut.
The bad news: Autumn’s family dog died last night, about a month after she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and about three weeks after what was thought to be a successful operation to remove it. Nobody’s quite sure why, but even while she wasn’t able to keep food down, she was still happy to play and solicit petting up to the last, so I guess at least that she didn’t suffer too badly. I’ll try to scrape together enough pictures for a memorial when Autumn gets back.
I don’t know what possessed mom or dad to give him this haircut, but I think it’s hilarious. I just hope he doesn’t get picked on by the other dogs.
Roxy is a dog of considerable resource. It says here in the notes I have on her, along with ‘4 years old’. I have no idea what it means, so you can imagine whatever you like. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s awesome.
Incidentally, my tooth is feeling better. And by ‘feeling better’ I mean ‘they pulled it out and threw it away.’ So yay, now I get to venture into the wonderful world of dental implants. I can hardly wait the ten days until my next appointment. Thank goodness for codeine.
This picture and the next one are the product of having a squeaky toy in my backpack, and squeezing it where the dog can’t see.
Love the head-tilt. She just can’t quite figure out how a HUMAN can squeak like that.
One guess what’s in that hand.
We’ve seen Ginger before, although she was a lot smaller then. But no less cute.
She looks like I feel right now. I have a toothache, ugh. I haven’t had one of these in a couple years, and I used to get them on a monthly basis, so I guess I should feel happy, but oddly enough, the thought isn’t terribly comforting. Oh, and several different dentists said that it’s nothing that anyone can or should do anything about. Whee. Wonder if I can get some pain medication without waiting several days for a dentist’s appointment.
This was during a very brief moment of diminished hyperactivity.
Tate just wanted to get away for a second, so he could come over and investigate me and my camera some more.
Puggles are one of the most popular designer mixed-breeds in SF, behind labradoodles and goldendoodles.
A little motion blur in there. Even with mom holding on tight, Lola’s a tough (wiggly) subject!
Look at all those forehead wrinkles.
Unusually enough, the confusion about Blauber/Blaubaer’s name isn’t from my poor note-taking skills, it’s because his parents have a little disagreement about the spelling themselves. You’d think they’d have had time to come to some agreement (Blauber on MWF, Blaubaer on TThSat, and Lulubelle on Sunday?), given that he’s already 6 years old, but hey… sometimes you feel strongly about things. Especially things as awesome as Blaub(a)er.
If Leonbergers are supposed to look like lions, I wonder why the black face?
Happy face!