Lilah’s a thirteen-year-old Husky, with just enough timber wolf (from three or four generations back) to make her even more awesome.
She’s a lover, though, not a fighter. And quite dignified. And gorgeous.
Funny, she looks a surprising amount like a collie.
Got twelve pictures of Lilah. Four of them, she was blinking.
Someone deserves a smooch right between the ears.
You gotta be quick in the dog blogging business!
I know you're not supposed to let your dog stick their head out the window, but they enjoy it SO MUCH...
Look at that face. How can you say no to that face?
Nino! I would not have guessed Ibizan hound, but once they told me it was obvious. Apparently he’s a rescued Taiwanese street dog, rescued when he was a puppy. He’s 1 year old now, and settling into his new life quite well, although he is still a wee bit skittish.
He's got the 'canine sprawl' down pat.
Gotta love that expression.
Hooray for spotty puppy belly.
Found another cache of Macy’s kitties, so I have enough for a few more caturdays yet.
Someone lost half a tail.
Yellow eyes plus black facial markings makes for a rather grumpy-looking cat.
I like the little down-arrow nose.
Lennox was a bad dog. You can tell, can’t you? (I have no idea what the little guy is.)
I can't remember what he did, but I'm sure it was just *terrible*.
Boxers are well-equipped for the 'puppydog eyes' routine.
Eventually his parents decided he'd learned his lesson (or forgotten what he did, either way) and let him come play with me.
Olive is in her terrible twos. Which in her case means that she always wants to sit at the big people table and participate in the conversation.
She was quite an obedient dog, actually. Stuck to the chair pretty reliably, despite temptation.
She also, astonishingly enough, was more interested in me than she was in the food on mom's table.
Olive is a kisser. It's amazing her tongue isn't worn down to a nub.
Not even sure what that expression is.
Her biggest failing seems to be a bit of difficulty with spacial relations.
She just didn't seem to be able to figure out that her tongue wasn't long enough to lick me from there.
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.