Is it just me, or would these two, suitably cartoonified, make the best comedy duo ever?
I’m reminded somehow of Abbott and Costello.
Otis will hypnotize you if given half a chance.
Those black eye-spots are amazing. His face makes me giggle, which sounds mean but I doubt he minds.
Not sure about my ID of this guy, but I’m sure about the scruffy part.
That’s one impish expression.
This pup is the pub dog at a local biergarten-cum-thingummy. I will not mention the exact place, because they serve food as well as drink and I don’t think dogs are, strictly speaking, allowed in.
However, I will say that he caused a bit of a ruckus, or possibly even a rumpus, a few weeks ago: he suddenly dashed out of the front door, past a rather surprised entering patron, and led several people (including Autumn and myself) a rather merry chase. We eventually gave up, because we had absolutely no idea which way he’d gone, but fortunately someone else did better, and he was returned, none the worse for wear.
He did look a bit despondent at times. (And he was terrified of me.)
I guess he was a recent rescue, so it makes sense. Poor pup. (Gotta love the black spot!)
He definitely liked attention from mom, at any rate.
We ran into this guy keeping watch over his dad’s truck while he was gone. Fortunately, we persuaded him to take a few moments off to say hello.
That’s Autumn’s hand. And he is gazing raptly into her eyes.
Look at that goofy face.
This pup took his job seriously. He didn’t bite, but he growled until that guy stepped back.
Hey everyone! I have a twitter feed now! Follow me, @dogsofsf, for occasional updates with pictures of dogs that I run into that I don’t have time to do a full photo-shoot for, just quick snaps on my iPhone. Also pictures of random city stuff that I run across.
It’s an interesting idea, one way of keeping someone from snaffling your bike.
He does look like he takes his job seriously, but I can’t help but thing a slightly bigger dog might be a better deterrent.
Sweet little vizsla, shoe-shopping with dad! (Store is Lombardi Sports, a great little local sporting goods shop.)
She’s a little petite for a vizsla… or, as I like to put it, ‘apartment-sized’.
The bin that says ‘dirty’ is full of used loaner socks, for people trying on shoes. It got a little attention from Tosca, though I didn’t manage to get any shots of that.
I don’t honestly recall what this was, whether it was a trick or not, but it seems quite appropriate for a shoe store.
Someone eats funny.
Innovations in eating: the vertical diet. It takes more energy pushing the food UP your body, so you lose weight! Ingenious!
Ah well, it was worth a try.
That’s some yummy cat food right there.
Okay, I was just going to add these pictures to the original post I made of Declan, but they’re so gorgeous that I think they deserve their own post.
This is Declan in Levi Plaza, or thereabouts, with Telegraph Hill in the background. I used to jog up one side of that hill and down the other all the time.
And I think that’s the west part of the Presidio. Gorgeous! (Edit: according to the comments below, this is on the Land’s End Coastal Trail, which is southwest of the Presidio.)
Ohhh awww! Macy’s doesn’t just do Christmas kittens… they do puppies too. They’re all pretty cute, but this guy was ridiculous.
Probably a border collie mix, but I don’t know what he’d be mixed with.
I don’t know what’s the cutest: nose-speckles, the puppydog eyes, the white blaze, the TOES…
Magnificent fluff!
If the picture looks crooked, it’s because I found Bailey halfway up a rather steep street.
Look at that tail. It belongs on a horse!
Patented golden retriever gaze. Guaranteed to melt hearts at twenty paces.