Someone help me out here. I don’t have a lot of guesses. Maybe a Newfie mix? (But no sag!) An akita, or maybe malamute? (But those ears!)
Edit: Hmm… could this be a trimmed Caucasian shepherd?
Whatever she is, I’m captivated.
Hmm. Saint Bernard or Bernese Mountain Dog mixed with Akita, Malamute, or Husky? I think that might be my final offer.
This is a picture from last spring, when Byron was less than three months old. I bet he’s grown into a real charmer. I wonder if he can howl? (If not, I’m sure he can come up with other ways to make trouble…)
I bet he’s a handful in more ways than just one.
But, of course, who could fail to forgive a face like that? (And those ears!)
Okay, not sure about this guy’s name… I took pictures of about thirty dogs that day, and he may or may not be among the ones I even got names for. He does look like a dachshund mix, almost like a dachshund/corgi. And Cardigan corgis can be brindled…
Frustrating: I spent several hours with Autumn at the dog park on Saturday, where she was taking care of two different dogs. I took roughly 150 pictures, but they were on my iPhone, and it was too dark so they’re all blurry. So I said ‘heck with it’ and ordered myself a replacement camera, a Canon SX260 HS. Should be here sometime this week.
With a body like that, you know the word ‘galumph’ springs to mind every time he (she?) starts running.
Why so serious, pup?
Autumn did a little busking in a BART station on Friday, and I went down to meet her. On the way, I met several of San Francisco’s finest… dogs, that is. They’re bomb-sniffing dogs, so they deserve all the treats and belly-rubs they get! (Although I have to wonder if any of them have ever, you know, had to deal with a bomb? I’d think I’d hear about things like that if they happened.)
Autumn thought this pup was a Belgian malinois, but it turns out to be a long-haired German shepherd. 8 years old, and gorgeous.
The police and their pups were out in force. I’m sure part of it was being extra careful because of the crowds, but it’s also great PR.
I like this guy’s attitude.
Autumn kept hoping that one of them would notice the treats in her backpack and come on over. That’s one way to alleviate the boredom, I guess!
This one just kept looking like he wanted a hug. No fair police dogs being off-limits for petting.
Ruby’s six months. And she’s a lucky pup: her mom works at Zynga. Why does that make her a lucky pup? Well… without taking any position on the company itself, it’s a ‘dog-friendly workplace’. So Ruby gets to go to work with Mom a lot. Great work, if you can get it.
Ruby was surprisingly well-behaved for a six-month-old puppy, though that might have just been because she was exhausted.
Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope all of you have as much to be thankful for as I do.
And as these guys do. We ran into them this summer at ‘Little Yosemite’ (a park in the East Bay). No hunting in State Parks, so these guys don’t have to worry about ending up as someone’s Thanksgiving meal.
These guys were just acting all happy and turky-ish. (Not to be confused with ‘Turkish’.)
And then they noticed us and they ran away fast. I predict that they have a long future ahead of them, even if they do look kind of delicious.
Sophie is a proud citizen of Big Sur, one of the places that Autumn and I visited on our vacation a few weeks ago. Did I say citizen? She is the dutchess, here pictured in her coach, a.k.a. a vintage early 1970s (I believe?) land yacht.
Sophie is also known as ‘Sophie-Pillow’, for reasons that should become obvious once you see her. I have asked for some more pictures of her, so don’t be surprised if we end up with a second Sophie day in the near future.
She has a lovely smile, doesn’t she? And she seems very dignified. (She’s twelve years old.)
Found some more pictures of this guy that I didn’t realize I had. He is so adorable that I can even overlook all the damn reflections.
The ears! Also the spotty lips.
And the ‘one ear up’ and ‘teeny bit of tongue’ in this one are pretty adorable too.
And a big doggie grin. (Incidentally, it wasn’t warm at all, so there was no issue with leaving this guy in the car.)
Is anyone else reminded of a certain painting?
Champ is well-named. He belongs to an employee of Wags, our local dog wash and the best show on Polk Street on weekends. (Stop by and gaze into the window and watch all the cute doggies!) I keep telling them they need to set up a web cam.
Champ makes a great spokes-dog. They should totally use him in their advertising.
An awesome smile.
Nothing about this weekend went as planned. (It included such diverse elements as: a trip to Costco; the abrupt need to remix three songs from original recordings and set up a CD with those and other songs for Autumn; the abrupt need to print out album art and CD fronts, and press CDs, for Autumn; the abrupt and painfully urgent need to clean off my desk (in order to find something); the abrupt need to redo all of the wiring on and near my computer desk (to figure out why the internet stopped working; and several other fun things.
The surprise is going to have to wait until the long Thanksgiving weekend. Sorry, all.
