Two tailless wonders in a row. Dezi is 12 weeks old, and his cuteness is overwhelming.
Yes, that fur is every bit as soft as you think it is.
If you don't see the lack of a tail, they kind of look like little baby Berners.
Puppies are so distractible.
Well, what have we here? Another corgi that Autumn and I haven’t run into yet. How could that have happened?
Walter is 1.5 years old, and still a puppy. Well, of course he is… he’s a corgi!
Walter is — hmm, how shall I put this? — not 100% down with the whole 'leash etiquette' thing.
Vicious corgi assault! I noticed his dad wears sandals. I wonder how often he gets his toes licked?
This instantly goes into my folder of 'favorite pictures.' Walter is an adorable goof.
Someday I will meet a standoffish corgi. Someday. But definitely not today.
The patented corgi grin finally shows itself.
It's a magic trick: corgis can make their ears disappear.
Okay, okay, you can come to work with me. Heck, you can bring your dad along if you have to.
Our second-ever Norwegian Elkhound! He’s a visitor to our fair city, although not from Norway. (Or Kenya, for that matter.) They sure are beautiful dogs.
They look a lot like huskies, but I am assured that they aren't as difficult to handle.
This one sure was friendly. And photogenic, too.
Autumn and I were wandering down to visit our friendly neighborhood credit union this morning, and this fine lass came out of a store to visit us. She is adorable and super-friendly and has polydactyly on her right front paw.
Very distinctive markings on the forehead.
The ones with little pink noses always make me smile. Gorgeous eyes, too.
I just posted Moe in January, despite having run into him last July at Bay to Barkers, where he was wandering the Canine Good Citizen course. And then who should I run into at the DogFest a few weeks ago but Moe! Only this time he was competing in a competition to see who had the best ‘strut’.
The competition was fierce, and Moe sadly did not get the trophy, although he clearly had a blast so that was all right.
Incidentally, Bay to Barkers 2012 is on July 29th. More information available here. See you there, I hope!
A classy and calm way of attracting mom's attention: instead of jumping up on her, just reach out and tap her with your paw.
Surprisingly serious expression for that amount of tongue showing.
Here he is, strutting away! Go, Moe, go!
This is Maya, the Labrador retriever I posted a picture of last week. She’s down at the Boardroom pub in North Beach a fair amount with her dad. (And who could blame her? As the sign out front says, they have bacon-wrapped tater tots.) She mostly stays out in front and watches the people go by, but sometimes she sleeps on a bench in the back (as pictured earlier) or says hello to all the bar-flies.
Her claim to fame, as if being cute and adorable and greeting everyone isn’t enough, is that she is apparently an accomplished pickpocket, who stole someone’s wallet out of their pocket and wandered off with it at one point. Naughty!
This Lab has a bit of the 'border collie stare' in her.
Streeeetch.
We apparently took her usual resting place when we claimed one corner table, but it didn't seem to phase her much. She just found another one and snoozed away.
Maggie’s three months old, and still has that super-soft puppy coat. When I stopped to take her picture, she was pretty much entirely surrounded by admirers.
I often have to be quite careful not to accidentally take pictures of other people's kids. It's not technically illegal but, well, a lot of people would prefer I didn't, so I mostly err on the side of caution.
A 'high dynamic range' image that came out ALMOST right. The tag sure came out clearly.
I think someone's maybe a teensy bit overwhelmed.
Maggie's got a 'reverse mohawk' thing going on there.
These two were getting along famously, but they were murder to photograph, especially given that they were standing in an area that alternated between shadow and sunlight. Still, they were a cute enough pair that I have to put up something.
Tasha’s a year and a half old, and Cuba is 3 months.
The expressions make the picture.
See what I mean about light and shadow?
Cuba is a font of ridiculous expressions. I hope mom and dad are spending a lot of time with a camera.
Okay, that may be a bit of an exaggeration. But… wow! A 65 pound fully adult Great Pyrenees. How does that even happen? Even for females, the smallest the breed standard calls for is 25 inches at the shoulder, and approximately 85 pounds.
To put this in perspective, this pup is significantly smaller than Autumn’s family’s (also female) golden retriever.
Ella’s mom asked me to add something to my post:
I ran into you yesterday near Mission Creek and you took a pic of my Great Pyrenees Ella. I got your card and checked out your blog – very fun!
If you end up posting her pic and want to tell people where they can get their own lovable Great Pyrenees… we got her two months ago from Sierra Pacific Great Pyrenees Rescue in Sacramento: http://spgpc.com/
So there you have it: rescue a Great Pyrenees today! Or, if you’d prefer an even tinier white foofly happy dog, I hear the American Eskimo from a few days ago might still be up for adoption…
Another clearly happy pup. Over thirty pictures, and not one of them did not contain a doggie smile.
I grabbed these pictures at about 8:30 in the morning on the way to work.
Ella drooled all over my pants. I didn't mind. (Although I did spend five minutes cleaning them off afterward.)
How's that for a 100% natural antidepressant?
Who could possibly resist Tobi (Toby? I may have taken this down wrong), the 4-year-old Australian shepherd? Certainly not I: Tobi had me wrapped around his paw from the moment I set eyes on him.
Tobi has a flaw that will forever keep him out of dog shows! (Not exactly a huge loss, to Tobi's mom OR to me.) Can you guess what it is? Answer in the next picture.
Yes indeedy, Australian shepherds are definitely not supposed to have RIDICULOUS ADORABLE GOOFY STANDY-UP FUZZLY EARS! (And isn't that just a shame and a half?)
Gorgeous look at his particolored left eye.
I love the ones who go after the camera.
There's the smile. It took him a couple seconds to warm up to me, and after that it was all puppy grins.
Gorgeous merle pattern.
He and I were dancing around and making goofy noises at this point. I swear, it's a wonder nobody has locked me up yet.
Okay, I would invite you to find more ridiculous ear hair ANYWHERE.