This dawg was watching the Irish dancers at the St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in San Francisco. She doesn’t look like she’s terribly into it, does she?
Such a stoic expression.
Here she looks like she's concentrating on a particularly knotty problem.
She's almost got that half-mask phantom-of-the-opera thing going on.
Oh, come on, now you're just being melodramatic.
You’d think these guys would be more popular, what with them appearing in all those ad campaigns (Spuds McKenzie, the Target dog). And they seem quite pleasant, personality-wise. I have to admit, I think they’re kind of funny-looking, but I’m sure I’d get used to one quickly enough.
Half-black nose. Looks like the rest might be prone to sunburn, poor pup.
For some reason, they always make me think 'conehead'...
I think we ran into this guy before, although since it’s been over a year one might be excused for forgetting him.
This indifferent look lasted all of about three seconds.
As soon as he looked over at me, he leapt to his feet and then ran over and leaned against my legs. "PET ME NOW!"
If humans were as glad to see each other as this guy is to see them, we'd all be a lot happier.
He wasn't even sad when I left... he just stood around grinning at me as I walked away like I'd just made his day.
Poor pup. I’d hate to end up muzzled and tied up outside of a bagel shop for half an hour. 🙁
Looks like an assistance dog... but who muzzles an assistance dog? Let alone leaves it outside?
There's a little bit of 'the stare' in there, isn't there? Although it's a lot more effective with light blue eyes.
I ran across this pup in one of my more frequent haunts, the little parklet next to the ball park. My second kelpie there, in fact.
Another set of pictures made much more difficult by direct sunlight.
She was having a blast, fetching a dog-frisbee with mom.
She was tired by the time I got there, so she sometimes took a little while to hand over the frisbee.
After a while, she noticed I was standing there and not (apparently) doing anything, so she figured maybe I could throw the frisbee for her too.
I feel for ya, pup… I’m pretty pooped myself.
In that awkward stage between puppyhood and adolescence. When you're growing that quick, you need your sleep!
Look at the spotty nose! The NOSE!
Is this really our first basenji? Hard to believe, but it looks that way. Candle doesn’t look nearly as worried as the typical basenji, does she?
Basenjis are sharp, in a lot of different senses of the word.
All right, she looks a little bit worried here. But still, nowhere near the usual level of brow furrows that basenjis can get.
Candle was being awfully good and posing nicely for us, so she got a treat.
Candle can be just as goofy as anyone else when the opportunity presents itself.
This pup was a target of opportunity… I saw her walking by just as I noticed the writing on the window. She was indeed a cute doggy.
Especially with that adorable spotty puppy belly. Aww!
And she looks so confused. Truly the hallmark of the boxer.
This poor little pup got hit by a car. Her dad was conflicted: he didn’t want to let her run around too much and maybe cause her legs to heal crooked or poorly, but if you don’t let an Italian greyhound run around at all, well, that can cause problems that may well be even more serious.
I will say, the pup seemed pretty happy. And oh my God did she look ridiculous.
She seemed to get around all right, mostly. Although just after I took this, she managed to slip and do a somersault. And land on her feet.
The other dogs didn't play too roughly with her, which was good. And may have been because even with the casts, they STILL couldn't catch up with her.
She was pretty adept at dodging, too.
Italian Greyhounds have such sweet faces.
And what utterly ridiculous ears.
No post today: Autumn got stuck in the East Bay and I had to go get her. Won’t be home until 1:30 or 2 AM, and the iPhone WordPress app is pretty nice, but it doesn’t seem terribly well-suited for photoblogging.
Ah well. Tomorrow.