No, this is not a picture of a flatulent kangaroo. Instead, it is something even more inexplicable: a piece of art that is attached to a roof near AT&T park (and, consequently, also near my workplace.)
Incidentally, do not even consider buying an Eye-Fi card. The card itself works beautifully, but the software is so badly designed and written that it renders them worse than useless, and there seems to be no temptation on their part to fix it in any way.
Octopus being attacked by whale, maybe?
A Dogue de Bordeaux! He’s a perfect pet to take to those wine-tasting parties.
Incidentally, this is the third ‘Romeo’ we’ve seen. The second one was quite a bit different!
Shaved Saint Bernard?
Romeo, master of the coy look.
See what I mean?
He's also a past master at being cheerful and photogenic.
This house was redone, inside and out, a couple of years ago. Autumn and I watched it being done, and were very impressed with the lovely improvements made to the inside. And then the outside was painted bright fire-engine red and we thought, hmm, is that some kind of primer?
No. It’s not some kind of primer. It’s what someone thought, inexplicably, was a good idea.
It has the cutest spiral staircase!
Okay, we have seen this guy before, when he was the victim of a vicious akita attack! (Insert scare chords here.) I had no idea what the was, then, and I still don’t, but maybe now that we have some better pictures we can get Autumn to weigh in.
Oh, and the second dog in the last picture might also look a little familiar. This one is easy to remember, since I had a giant stretched canvas printed up of the last picture on that page. It came out awesome.
Anyone have a guess as to what this guy might be?
I am not familiar with canine gaits, but this one looks like his backside is drifting away.
The ears look odd in this one, sort of crinkled in on themselves.
When nobody's willing to take care of your itchiness for you, sometimes you have to take matters into your own paw.
Stereotypical canine interactions.
Argh. I forgot to post one of these yesterday. I’m a bad boy.
Anyway, building on the day before yesterday’s Irish pub picture, I thought this was kind of funny. Seen in front of O’Neill’s Irish Pub.
It's a bit thin for soup... more like broth. Wouldn't Guinness be more appropriate?
These two are vital employees of Russian Hill Upholstery and Decor, a shop near where Autumn and I live (on Polk near Jackson). They may to the casual eye appear to be sleeping, but don’t be fooled: they are actually deep in thought about their next spectacular, award-winning interior decoration masterpiece!
(I have been meaning to post these two for ages, but I have had a terrible time trying to get the color balance right on these images. In the end, I’ve just given up. They look totally different, you’ll just have to live with it.)
That level of concentration is hard for mere human beings to achieve.
There's nothing that can relax like a saggy-faced dog.
Perhaps we could call this position "a pile of bloodhound". Also, yes, that's Autumn in the background.
Why are huskies always so happy to see you?
Siberian Huskies: gleefully straddling the line between joyful and maniacal for thousands of years.
The pink stripe on the nose is really something else. Bet he gets sunburn easy though.
I have my camera set to take three frames per second. I got exactly two frames of him not grinning like a madman. Which is to say, 2/3 of a second.
The mysterious black box in the background is a concertina I was returning to its owner.
McTeague’s pub, on Polk Street, has a unique sign.
No, that is not a golden cow's udder. That is a giant gold tooth.
I love this guy! He wanted to play with everyone, was gentle with all the smaller dogs, and did a ridiculous mount of gallumphing around. He did kind of hog the ball, but to be fair, it was his ball.
I’m not sure he’s 100% German shepherd, but I’m at a loss as to what he might be mixed with. He could just be oddly-marked.
Edit: According to a reliable authority (in the comments) this coloration is the ‘sable’ version of the German shepherd. Thanks, Steph!
He looks kind of hesitant here. I assure you, this was not the case.
Those bonds which henceforth dog and ball hath joined, let no man put asunder.
Gutsy Jack Russell wants in on the action.
The Jack Russell was a little more aggressive than he needed to be, but the German shepherd just laughed it all off.
Is anyone else reminded of Mystery Science Theatre 3000?
He ran up, sniffed my jacket and backpack, and then lay down next to them. I like you too, puppydog!
I think that might be my favorite water fountain ever. One spout for adults, one for kids, and one for dogs. And it's pretty to boot.
A new challenger appears!
Went to a little get-together that was instigated by a cousin of mine. The host was an artist, a sculptor who makes animals out of wood. Mostly real animals, large although perhaps not quite one-to-one scale. But occasionally he makes more fanciful things as well.
He's kind of cute, really.