For your Christmas enjoyment. I didn’t have any dogs with wreaths but I found you a really pretty pooch. It’s hard to see except in one slightly blurry picture, but she doesn’t just have two different colored eyes: her right eye is half blue and half brown.
Happy face!
Gorgeous profile, too. Wish I'd gotten some of the other side with the brown eye.
There, you can see that the right eye is half blue and half brown.
Prettiest coloration ever.
Macy’s kitty for your Christmas Even enjoyment!
This window contained three utter hams. This is two thirds of them.
Oops, there's number three.
Okay, that? That's just ridiculous.
If that cat hasn't been adopted yet, there's something wrong with the universe.
I haven’t posted a triple dog day in forever! Walker (6 months old, in brown), Munsen (11 months, in tan), and Bruno (2 years, in white) are all good friends, although Bruno is a visitor. The three of them were chilling outside of The Bell Tower on Polk Street, source of many good pictures (such as these.)
Walker and Munsen have their own Facebook page.
Most people keep the dogs *under* the tables.
Bruno knows how to give a high-five even remotely.
Hi-five close-up!
Bulldogs do tend to be patient, but watching these three just happily perch in chairs for the duration of the meal was awesome.
If there's a dog breed that's better at looking ridiculously sad than the bulldog, it's not by much.
Poor Gromit. He seemed so bewildered by our strange San Francisco ways!
Skinny, gangly, angular.
Expressive face. Goofy expressions, too.
Good, clean teeth, but he could use some braces.
Another husky-and-friend set. I’ll leave you to decide which one is the main character and which is the humorous sidekick.
That ball just barely fit in the pug's mouth.
A dog's worst conundrum... wants to lick you, but doesn't want to let go of the ball.
Pug looking both ways!
Hey, watch where you're pointing that thing.
Headed off on a trip. I might manage to get a post together tomorrow but I might not. Either way, I should have plenty of time on Wednesday. Sorry about that!
There was a busker playing out near Union Square with a couple of dogs.
Yes, she's heavy. The busker said she was like that when he found her, and hopefully he can help her lose a little of that excess weight.
Awww... husky sweetness.
Goofy foofly sleepy Macy’s Kitty!
This year, for some reason, every time I go by Macy's, everyone's sleeping!
I wish I could relax like a cat can.
Oops, someone woke up. Can't be long before mischief begins!
Not sure what he is, but he’s definitely not the usual Macy’s window fare (i.e. Chihuahua… or should that be “¡Ai Chihuahua!”?)
Scruff-a-licious! Also, yes, that strange spotty texture in the upper righthand corner is the reflection of my shirt.
I promised someone a grey foofly dog, and lo, I have delivered! Mochi is an eight-and-a-half-year-old Keeshund with a sweet disposition. Can’t for the life of me remember where I ran into her, although it looks like it was somewhere on the peninsula.
Keeshund fur needs a label. 'Good down to -10° F. (AWESOME below -10° F.)'
Look at the feet. All right in a row. If I were her I'd be afraid of falling over sideways.
Does anyone else remember 'Fizzgig' from The Dark Crystal?
They're really very pretty dogs. And they'd go really well with my dress scheme, or at least my pants, most of which are black.
Is it just me, or does a keeshund backside look a little like an Old English Sheepdog's front side?