How could you not love a Valentine’s Day adoptathon, where one of the main attractions is a puppy kissing booth?
Jackson Galaxy from Animal Planet will be there, too, as well as Ken Een of Frisco Tattoo, who will be doing pet-related tattoos for only $30 each. And I am assured that there is ‘plenty of chocolate’, although there might not be after I arrive!
Details are here.
I don’t care what breed Puppy is: he’s an adorable, huggable, healthy dog. That’s what matters, right?
(Still flat on my back in bed. Back’s better, but still not happy.)
I find dog ears endlessly fascinating, and feel a little sorry for floppy-eared breeds. They're missing out on such an amazing instrument of self-expression.
Not sure what that expression is on him. On me it's "I just woke up, lemmee alone."
Uh oh, here comes another one.
The patented Dogs of SF NOSEBOMB! (Yes, I'm amused by every single one of these. Yes, that makes me easily amused. Any more questions?)
Another inscrutable expression.
I did something new to my back today. Once every two years or so, I end up with a tweaked lower back. Today I have tweaked my upper back, something I’ve never done before. Part of growing old, I guess, and I can handle it as long as it doesn’t become a regular occurrence. But as it is, I’m typing this while lying on my back, with my laptop balanced on my chest, hopped up on some thank-god-I-had-some-lying-around codeine.
So, low-effort post today. And what better than a repeat customer? I ran into Baloo and Romeo again just today, and, crippling back pain or no, I just had to get a couple more shots of them. So adorable. And Romeo is much mellower now that he’s starting to get used to city life.
Someone recently hypothesized in the comments that Baloo is part Swedish Vallhund. Could be, although that wouldn't explain the floppy ears. I don't even care, I just want to hug him.
A picture from the First Church of Christ on California and Franklin. A very pretty building, and one that I pretty much never think about, because there are so many larger and grander churches and cathedrals in San Francisco, including one just a couple of blocks away.
I broke my 'no-cropping' rule here, because the brickwork in the larger picture looked bizarre, to such an extent that staring at it made my head hurt. Still trying to figure out why.
Ran into these guys just out in front of my apartment building, in deep discussion with one of my neighbors. And of course, busybody that I am, I had to butt in and take some pictures. Hope I wasn’t too terribly annoying.
And of course we got the names of the two pups, but I didn’t record them fast enough and both Autumn and I forgot the malamute’s name. So pretty!
This is a 'please give me more attention I love attention' behavior. I can certify that it is effective.
On the other hand, this is a 'I'm not so sure about you please don't get too near me' expression. It didn't work: mom had to warn me away.
Something intentionally non-dog-related today. This must be one of the signs of the apocalypse. Fire, floods, famine, cats and dogs living together, and Whole Foods advertising $2 wine.
If you’re not familiar, the ‘Chuck’ they’re referring to is the famous Trader Joe’s ‘Two-Buck Chuck’, a wine with a very… distinctive flavor. Which is to say, it tastes a lot like someone took a very, very young wine (and I know nothing about wine, so when I say it’s young, you know it must taste like paint thinner) and diluted it with water. I must admit, I’m quite curious to see what Whole Foods has to compete with it. I’ll pick some up on the way home tomorrow or the next day and we’ll see what it’s like.
That's quite a ... violent looking emblem you guys have there.
Treat this as a preview for the Golden Gate Kennel Club’s dog show. It’s going to take a while for me to go through the thousand or so pictures we took and pick out the eleven that aren’t blurry. (On the wish list for next year: an f1.4 50mm lens. It’s dark in there!)
An imponderable for you: how many Chihuahuas can dance on the head of a bull mastiff?
It’s funny, I’ve spotted more dog-related paraphernalia in stores in the last three months than I have in the entire prior two years. And it’s not like I’m suddenly looking for it… I’ve been doing this blog for pretty much that entire time. Maybe I’m out ahead of the curve here?
This is from a store on Polk Street near Washington.
Алло, да, это собака!
It’s nice that my four years of Russian class hasn’t left me utterly helpless in the face of Russian-ness. For example, when I meet a beautiful Russian woman of mystery on the streets of San Francisco, I know exactly what to do: take pictures of her dog.
And so, may I introduce Rex, the Russian Spaniel mix, a recent Russian emigre.
I would expect a city with such a large Russian population to have more Russian dogs.
Russian spaniels normally have tails. Wonder what this guy was mixed with, or if he just got cropped or lost his in an accident?
Looking at that tail stub, it looks like it might well have been an accident.
I said most of these wouldn’t be dogs. Today’s is, because today I didn’t take anything else, and I didn’t really have any daylight left after I found out about this thing.
Still… unedited. And I quite like the shot.
Leaping Labradoodles, Batman!