Grayson sure looks full-grown to me.
Pup’s a little browner than most Weimaraners that I’ve seen. Also: check out the goofy eye-roll.
Aww. Puppydog eyes.
This is a dog who knows where it itches, and isn’t afraid to let you know too.
The dog of a thousand faces…
…few of them as goofy as this one. (Also: ack! I just noticed that there’s a pole sprouting from Grayson and now I can’t un-see it!)
Perspective is a silly thing.
Help me out here: for reasons I do not fully understand, I feel like Verne is wearing footie pajamas. Can anyone figure out why?
I believe that this dog is goofy enough to hold his head up in the company of corgi-mixes in the ‘all-time world’s most goofy dog’ competition.
Look at the legs. They almost look like they have extra joints.
I hope he didn’t mind my giggling at him. He looks kind of hurt in this picture.
Perfect boopable nose. Boop!
A little dose of puppydog eyes, too.
She doesn’t look terribly fortunate, does she? Well, she is. ’cause she had a mom who noticed that her eyelids were inverting, which often causes blindness in wrinkly dogs like shar peis. So she got a little bit of plastic surgery, and a week or so with the cone of shame. And I’ve seen her a half dozen times since then, at least, and she’s got the cone off and is happy again.
Lulu is about a year old in these pictures.
Mom giving her a rawhide chew. She took it quite daintily…
Yes, she managed to drop the chew onto the inside of her cone. Oops.
And, just in time to prove that even after a thousand posts there are still plenty of breeds I haven’t seen yet, there’s this guy. According to Wikipeida, Podengos are Portuguese dogs that come in three distinct sizes. The large ones were bred for hunting boar and deer, and the medium and small ones for rabbit hunting.
(Sorry if the pictures aren’t quite up to my usual admittedly flexible standards: I ran into this guy in a store, but I can’t resist putting him up just to increase my rare breed tally!)
The breed standard is apparently 8-13 pounds for the pequeno. He looks a bit bigger than that, but not even close to the 30+ pounds of the medium-sized version.
Seems like a very alert breed.
The second and third pictures were taken with a high enough shutter speed that I had to lighten the heck out of them. More or less the only way to get non-blurry pictures of him… he moved around a lot.
Seems like he only slowed down to sniff, to scratch, or to sleep. And I didn’t get any sleeping pics.
Three things to quickly get out of the way. First: woohoo! This is my thousandth post! I’d like to thank all of you for paying attention enough to convince me to continue.
Second: I sent out emails to all of the photo contest winners (and the one person who lost by one point, which is close enough for me), but I only got two emails back. Out of five. So do the rest of you really not want your t-shirt (or tote bag or neckerchief?) Or did your email program think my email was spam? Or are you having trouble deciding? Talk to me!
Third: just a mini-doggie-event: it seems that next Wednesday, celebrating the ‘dog days of summer’, Baker and Banker (a Pacific Heights bakery/restaurant) is giving away a free freshly-baked doggie treat with every human treat. Having stopped there recently for pastries, I can tell you that their human confections, at least, are yummy.
And finally, the post: I took some pictures of the oddments at H. D. Buttercup’s, not long after they opened in the space formerly occupied by the late, unlamented Limn, down near the train station. Goofy.
The range of different dog art at HD Buttercup is impressive. From this…
…all the way to this…
…with a detour somewhere in the middle to this.
The dog walker who was walking this fine fellow had an awful lot of dogs on his leashes. Fortunately I was there to give this pup the attention he was due.
Look at the fluff on that tail.
The happy is strong with this one.
I dunno, maybe he’s a lab or golden retriever mix? He’s definitely got the ‘happy’ for it.
I’ve been running into Foxy since the middle of 2010, over in Huntington Park, on Nob Hill. I’ve only taken pictures once, when she was playing with a golden retriever (this was back in my iPhone days, and they didn’t come out so great). And then I ran into her again at Wags and Wine, and I figured, what the heck, I’m taking pictures of everyone else. And dad helped her show off a few tricks, too.
Not a fabulous picture in the foreground, but I love that dog’s expression in the background. Foxy must be a great jokester in dog language, since all the other dogs around her seem to spend a lot of time giggling.
There’s a treat hovering above her. She was definitely focused, I’ll give her that.
Really good balance. That’s one long dog!
And a heck of a jumper: she got at least a foot of air leaping from her hind legs. Awesome!
Foxy collecting some smooches from an admirer.
What? I can’t hear you saying ‘there’s no such thing as a ‘teacup German shepherd’ because LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA!
Ran into this pup at the Wags and Wine party, and then just ran into him again on my way home from work today. He is even cuter than I first thought. Dangerously cute. And he looks JUST like a tiny German shepherd, except with ridiculously extra-fluffy papillon ears. Oh, and he’s almost six months old in these pictures.
He totally doesn’t look like a Chihuahua mix, despite his size. Different eyes, different head, different muzzle.
A decent look at his ears, although they stand straight up most of the time. Didn’t get a good shot of him doing that, sadly.
Hoverpuppy!
Help! All the Bernese mountain dogs in the city are conspiring to make me fall in love with them!
She was parked in the ‘pooch parking’ outside the Jug Shop.
Berners were originally bred to pull carts, apparently. I would totally buy a cart if I had a Berner. Can you imagine how hilariously awesome it would be to go down the street that way? Maybe fill it with ‘Dogs of SF’ tee shirts…
The cute! Help! I’m meeellltiiiinnng!
I could call this a quadruple dog day, but I’d just be fooling myself… the teeny tiny Sheltie totally stole the show. (This is, by the way, a view in the front window of The Groom Room, one of our local dog grooming parlors.)
Don’t think I’ve ever seen a full-grown Sheltie that was that small before, but it couldn’t be anything else.
Not sure if this would have been better at a higher shutter speed, or whether it’s just fine the way it is.
You could lose SOCKS in that coat.