Meet Dodge. Dodge is a Shiba/Chow mix who goes around busting down all the stereotypes of standoffish Asian dogs.
And grinning. A lot.
Not hard to see the chow in there, is it?
Interesting mask markings. Sort of a combination of the black markings chows get with the white cheeks shibas get.
If there was ever a use for the Japanese word 'kawaii'...
Dodge wasn't afraid to let people know exactly what he wanted. Which is to say, 'skritches'.
A corgi puppy for Autumn’s departure day!
Moose is an adorable little ball of fluff. He is also quite popular in the IntarTubez already, having been featured twice on Obsessive Corgi Disorder (here and here), once on Project Dog, and having practically a channel all to himself on YouTube (my own personal favorite Moose video is this one). Plus he has his own Facebook page!
(Autumn is headed back to the Midwest for gigs, including recording the sound track for a TV show (or, well, a show that hopes to be on TV), an appearance at the enormous Milwaukee Irish Festival, and some random appearances elsewhere, plus possible minor surgery. Nothing really dramatic, but please send good thoughts her way anyway.)
I took over 30 pictures of Moose. There were exactly two that weren't too blurry to post. And this one is still a bit blurry. He's a FAST-MOVING puppy!
No one who knows anything about corgis would be surprised that the clearest picture I got involved a treat.
The breed amounts to a bunch of random guesswork between myself and Bella’s dad. One thing for sure, though: she’s got the outgoing personality of the pit/Lab.
(Sorry about the lack of post yesterday: I got home pretty late, and feeling a little iffy, so I decided to get some sleep instead. I’ll post a couple seal and sea otter pictures sometime to make up for it!)
Bella has a very human grin. A little visible in this picture, moreso in the last one.
Something took a chomp out of Bella's right ear, quite a while ago. Either that or she begged and begged until dad let her get a piercing.
See? Goofy grin. (Booths in the background are from Bay to Barkers. And yes, I still have dozens more dogs to post from that fine event.)
I’ll post a dog tonight. Today I’m taking seabird pictures in Monterey… and maybe some otters if I’m lucky.
I’m unable to even hazard a guess at the second guy.
No, his paw isn't damaged. That's some of the 'finger'-paint from Bay to Barkers.
Guess we still have a hive or two in the city. Makes sense, really: it doesn’t generally get cold enough for them to go inactive in SF, so the mites and fungi and such can’t get them nearly as badly.
This guy has some pretty full leg sacks. You can’t see it, but he also had quite a bit of pollen on him. And he came over and landed on my finger after this picture, but he got bored of that after a minute or two and flew away again.
This is when I really want a good macro lens.
Someone was a little chilly at Bay to Barkers!
Mom, also shown, is a professional photographer, and one of her specialties is pet photos. If you’re interested, her name is Felicia Kieselhorst, and her site is here.
The Peruvian hairless is also known as the Peruvian Inca orchid dog, which I have to say is a pretty awesome name.
Apparently Qispi is as Peruvian a Peruvian Hairless as you can get: she came from Peru.
She looks a little disgruntled to me. Maybe because it’s too chilly for her to run around and play with all the other dogs.
I found someone waiting outside a cafe on Polk Street. Turns out her name is Izzy (short of Izzobel). Funny, I know a song about a dog named ‘Izzy’, short for ‘Isabel’ (and another named Rose). It was written by two of the goofiest songwriters in the business: Lou and Peter Berryman, and I highly encourage you to check it out if you like goofiness. It’s called ‘Ralph to Rose‘.
What a funny position. Not sure I've ever seen that one before.
This is how she stayed. Everyone stopped to pet her. She just lay there. Every once in a while she'd wag a tiny bit, but she seemed totally distraught.
Those ears are totally ridiculous.
I was taking pictures, and suddenly she scrambles to her feet.
You can guess, right? Mom came back.
Total elapsed time since mom went into the cafe? Less than half an hour. What a HAM!
Another puppy! Y’all are gonna be spoiled, I swear.
Yes, that deflated green thing in his mouth is a ball. Well, ex-ball.
If you think those eyes are dark now, you should have seen them before fifteen minutes of Photoshop Elements.
Goofy expression.
Aww. Sad face. And yes, he did steal that ball from another dog. Like four times. (The other dog was very easygoing.)
Kind of *cough* forgot about this. So here’s my last ‘stuff about me’ post, offered with rather less words, and also less content! Hooray!
I Love Pomegranates
No, seriously. If you give me a pomegranate when I don’t have any in my backpack, and have not eaten one in a few days, I will be your friend for life. I can’t help it. Pomegrantes just make me happy.
I Am an Awful Swimmer
I hate putting my head in the water, because I hate getting water up my nose. Hate hate hate. It hurts, no matter what kind of water it is, and comes perilously close to making me freak out under the best of circumstances.
This means that all of my swimming is an ungainly flopping about, keeping my head above water while trying to propel myself. The only strokes that I can do properly are the ones that keep my head out of water, and most of them are hideously inefficient.
I hate that this will prevent me from ever going scuba diving, but, well, that’s life, I guess.