This gal was just hangin’ out, waiting for mom and dad to finish their lunch.
This gal was just hangin’ out, waiting for mom and dad to finish their lunch.
Hello from the Midwest! I haven’t had a chance to get any dog pictures out here… been running on overdrive since I got out here. But at least I have a chance to post a dog or two now. This is Ginger, who I ran into a couple months back in Huntingdon Park.
Sorry about the gap: I’m traveling AND feeling crappy. At least one dog soon, I promise, although I may not be back to a regular schedule until Sunday.
From the Blessing of the Animals.
I don’t know what Nibbler is (aside from ‘named after a Futurama character) but she certainly is scruff-a-licious!
Yes, really: Fletch is really just nine months old.
Another adorable adoptable FIV+ kitty for you. This one, due to the fine people at Maddie’s Fund, is actually free to a good home. (They cover the adoption fees.)
And Sprout is awesome. The lighting in his little kitty condo (which, by the way, is a lovely luxurious space) is pretty dim, especially in the evenings, and Sprout was much more interested in playing and being petted and eating and playing and being petted than he was in standing still long enough for a long exposure. He kept walking out of my field of view, and I’d take the camera away from my eye and he’d have his chin resting on my knee. He did love playing with the feathers-on-a-stick, but of course while he was doing that he was just a little kitty-blur.

That tail. Sprout has a tail that’s as poofly as three normal cat tails tied together. It’s pooflier than any long-haired cat’s tail that I’ve ever seen!
I ran into these two earlier this year out in front of my favorite cheese shop, Cheese Plus (on Polk Street). There is often a dog or two out in front, waiting patiently for their cheese samples.
Travis’s mom thinks he’s a ‘mystery hound’. I think he’s adorable. (Could be a red-tick coonhound? Maybe Autumn will venture an opinion. If he is a red-tick coonhound, he’s our first one!)
Edit: Dammit. I ran into Travis’s mom this evening, and told her I’d posted him, and then I get home and am ready for bed and check and WordPress didn’t post. AGAIN. I hate that!

I think I may have been making use of my ‘hidden squeaky toy’ in this picture. I keep one in my backpack, and reach around behind me and squeeze it when necessary. It’s a surprisingly useful tactic.