This dog clearly loves being part of a dog pack, valuing the security and sense of belonging that only a pack can provide.
I’m sure she loves running around too.
If I moved somewhere I could bike to work from, I would totally get a dog backpack. But one sized for a corgi.
She looked completely at ease. I think she probably had plenty of practice at this.
Brooklyn is a perfect name for this pup. He’s got a little attitude, and perhaps a bit of a crusty exterior, but is a total softy at heart. (Although he has no concept of personal space whatsoever.)
I have seen almost a dozen Yorkies in the last two days. There are a lot around, but this is an unusual amount.
He was doing that thing with his tongue in roughly half of the pictures I took.
Mighty nose for such a little bitty dog!
Sure was curious about my camera.
These two have identical stories: in each case I ran into them, took a bunch of pictures, and almost none of them came out even vaguely decently, because it was really too dark out to be taking pictures of dogs… but they were so cute that I just couldn’t resist. I really hope I run into them again.
The first one is Cooper the 5-month-old miniature Australian shepherd, and the second and third are of Kody (aka Kodiak), the 5-month-old husky.
Cooper actually looked surprisingly serious in all my (blurry) pictures. Adorably serious, of course.
Kody, on the other hand, is pretty clearly not the serious type.
The black spectacles really do make him look a little devilish, don’t they?
I ran into Marco last Tuesday and had this major feeling of déjà vu. (Ooh, schmancy accent marks.) When I got home I looked up ‘Marco’ but didn’t find any dogs by that name on here. But when I looked up ‘basset hound’ things fell into place: Marco totally reminds me of Verne, but without the footie pajamas. (He also reminds me of Donny the Land Shark, a little bit.)
Anyway, Marco is awesome.
Marco lives right near where I work. Hopefully I’ll run into him again.
I have been trying to include whole people in my shots a bit more, lately. Unfortunately, in this case, I got two pictures of the bottom half of Marco doing the trick, one picture of Marco doing the trip with the bottom 2/3 of his mom, and two pictures of Marco and his mom after he’d finished the trick. Perfect.
Look at that sweet face. And that floofy tail. I think basset/Brittany is a winning combination.
Major is the 11-month-old border collie, and Kayla is the 4-month-old Cavalier King Charles spaniel. They make a ridiculous couple.
I’m sorry for being so flaky over the last couple weeks. Late posts, missing posts, etc. Part of it has to do with my hosting provider, who has overloaded the machine I’m hosted from… not enough to significantly effect the actual serving of my pages, but enough that my scheduled tasks often don’t run, which means posts don’t happen when I tell them to. Partly, though, it’s burnout on my part. Not blog burnout this time, but ‘everything in my life’ burnout. Trying to get too much done, and not getting anything done as a result. Ugh.
Well, I’ll get through it. The dogs (and cats and otters and sea lions) will help.
The two of them had a lot of fun together.
Eventually, though, Major had to go. Because that ball wasn’t going to chase itself.
Those ears. I could just play with one all day.
A little out of focus, but that face was too goofy not to post.
Was going for a nose shot, but … a little off.
I just met this pup a couple days ago. Still have some little scratches from the sharp little puppy-teeth. TOTALLY worth it.
I heard these birds squawking long before I managed to see where they were perched. There were LOTS of them, and man, were they loud.
(I just realized that the title could be mistaken for some kind of political statement about Trayvon Martin, or about the new movie about the Oakland shooting, Fruitvale Station. Black birds, black people, something like that. Just to make it absolutely clear: the collective noun for a group of crows is a ‘murder of crows.’ I try to maintain the blog as a politics-free zone, both because I think everyone, no matter their politics, should be free to admire cute pictures of dogs and because it’s a real relief to have somewhere in my life where I don’t ever have to think about politics.)
This would’ve been a lot nicer if I’d had my big schmancy SLR and been able to open up the aperture wide enough to blur out the background.
I don’t remember this pup’s name, but I do remember that I ran into her right outside of Yoshi’s Jazz Club, on Fillmore, right after I had dinner there. And it was so dark that I wouldn’t have ordinarily bothered to even try to take pictures, but she was just so fluffy and sweet and happy that I tried my flash out, and I’m glad I did!
I have to give a big ‘thank you’ to this pup’s mom, who tolerated some random guy accosting her after dark in a not-so-great area of town for long enough for me to take pictures.
Don’t see that coloration very often. So pretty.
I found this article fascinating: apparently this fellow was, more or less, the first professional dog-walker in the world.
Those eyes.
I am not sure I could handle owning Barkly. It’d be a little… intense.
Puppydog eyes and big long floppy ears.
This looks a little sad. Rest assured, there was no sad in evidence when I met Barkly.
On the very day of the Italian festival, Autumn and I ran into our very first Spinone Italiano: Gavina (3), named after a Catalan word meaning ‘white dog’. I do not know why this breed isn’t more popular: Gavina was an absolute delight.
Edit: Grr. I am not having much luck with the whole ‘posting on time’ thing. So annoying! I wonder if I should just give up and find another hosting provider.
Gavina was tied up outside what is possibly the best truffle-maker in the city, XOX Truffles.
Ah hah! I knew there was something we hadn’t had recently: a dognose shot.
And even a dog-itch shot. Gavina is the gift that keeps on giving!