Still don’t have time to finish up Loki, so here’s Diggity, the Bull Mastiff/Bulldog. Should we call him a bullbull? I know I’d call him a-door-a-bull.
Also, the name. “Hot diggity dog, ziggity boom!”
He was just chillin' out. Super-patient happy dog.
Of course, just because he was patient didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out for opportunities.
And he definitely knows a sucker when he sees one.
Look, we’ve got a new logo! And it’s only taken maybe three to four hours for me to learn enough CSS to figure out how to add the damn thing. Grr.
Anyway, many thanks to the lovely and multi-talented Ms. Patricia Ross, for said logo. And even more thanks to her for humoring me when I sent her back to the drawing board and said I wanted something between Pablo Picasso’s “The Dog” and this wiener dog. I think you’ll agree that she came through with flying colors. (And a great deal of politeness, especially given what artists should probably respond with when asked to ‘just draw something like a Picasso.’)
By the way, it’s an Italian Greyhound. I’m an expert, we know these things. 🙂
(Image is © Patricia Ross, used by permission. Please don’t copy it without permission.)
Chillin' on his little dog bed.
Not much time for posting today, and I’ve been working on editing a really big post, so you get a sneak preview of an undoubtedly awesome dog: Loki the Newfoundland, age 11 months. I’ll be posting the rest of her stuff either tomorrow or Saturday. (No caturday supplement this week, as I am currently out of cat pictures.)
Oh God she made me want to run up and throw my arms around her and squeal, "WHOZZAFUZZYWUZZYGOOFBALL? YOU ARE!" Dignity? What's that?
Found this guy standing out in front of a coffee shop. Even though mom and (or?) dad were just on the other side of the front window, he had this terrible hangdog expression, and was shivering. Which he kept up until we started petting him, and then he stopped shaking and looked all happy. Until we stopped petting him. Rinse, repeat. We barely escaped with our souls intact.
Don't cry, emo puppy.
This is immediately After Petting.
I think this is his, 'wait, where are you going, come back and pet me more!' face.
These guys are always good for a laugh. And usually good for a hug, too.
Check out those gams!
Totally ridiculous! His dad calls them his 'drumsticks'. Autumn prefers 'bunny butt'.
Is the other end really less ridiculous?
Their tongues are so ridiculously wide.
I saw DJ coming, and I thought, ‘Oh, my God, that’s the biggest shiba inu I have ever seen!’ Autumn, on the other hand, said, ‘Oh, look, that must be a Korean jindo’. And lo, that’s exactly what she was.
So foxy!
DJ was a bit of a puzzle. As long as I stayed well back, she looked really friendly and happy: ears well forward, grin, tail wagging to the right. In fact, she looked like she was delighted to see me.
She also didn't fixate on me or anything, so she really didn't seem nervous at all.
But as soon as I got a little closer, she started looking quite nervous and edging away.
This pose had nothing to do with me... I was plenty far away. She was just being goofy.
Look at the shape of the head. They may edge out shiba inus for 'most fox-like dog'. Even if they are a bit large.
This pair really knows how to enjoy life. Arco is a 6-month-old Golden Retriever puppy, and Oscar is a 1.5-year-old cocker spaniel/poodle mix, and they’re clearly the best of friends.
Their mom was out walking these two at 8 in the morning. And all I have to say is, she must be one of the best moms in the world, to keep two dogs this happy.
Funny poof of fur on his back, too, never seen something like that on a golden retriever before.
(The little thing in the back is a dog-poop-bag-holder. Surprisingly adorable given its function.)
Look at that posture. Even my grandfather, ex-military stickler that he was, couldn't find any fault with that posture.
This pup seems to have both the perfect size and the perfect temperament for a lap dog. Except he might be a little wiggly.
Happy head shot!
Oscar almost looks like a stuffed animal in this one.
These two obviously adore playing with one another.
Looks like it ought to be straight out of the latest 'buddy movie'.
The one with the soft fluffy tail?
Now I want to pet a kitty.
Balder (named for the Norse god Balder the Beautiful, natch) is a total sucker for belly rubs. As you can see.
This is Balder when we met him. He heard, "Aww, what a sweet puppy!" and, knowing exactly what that means, just flopped over and exposed his belly.
This was Balder while we were trying to convince him to stand up. We tried commands. We even tried treats. He would MUCH rather have more belly-rubs, thankyouverymuch.
His mom (that's her, obviously) eventually had to stand up and pretend she was leaving to get Balder to stand up, so great was the lure of possible future belly-rubs. He wasn't entirely pleased to be so fooled.
Balder is indeed a handsome pup.
We were tentatively forgiven when Autumn found another itchy spot.
Clearly a foaming pack of vicious bloodthirsty wolf-dogs, straining at their leashes to attack anyone passing by. Right?