I got all sorts of information about this gal: her name is Onyx, and that the fur on her back is a little patchy and oddly patterned because she recently had back surgery to repair a herniated disc. What I didn’t get was her breed. We’re guessing dachshund mix, but if anyone wants to correct us, feel free to do so in the comments.
Second picture moved after the break.
She was a real sweetheart, and moving around pretty well, but still obviously not yet fully recovered from her ordeal.
While I mostly prefer briefs, I will admit that occasionally boxers are just what you need.
Tucked the second picture below the fold.
Sadly, these two were much too busy to stop for petting.
A Pembroke Welch corgi, here to welcome Autumn home from her long trip. Couple of these pictures came out sort of interestingly, stylistically.
Moved four more pics under the break.
That's a "Nobody could be mad at this face, could they?" expression if I've ever seen one. Wonder if she peed in someone's shoes this morning?
Late night, so I’ll just post a quick cutie.
Okay, one, two three, AWWWWWWWW...
Justice is an 8-year-old Weimaraner, and one with his own twitter feed: @soojustice, apparently. (Don’t ask me to link you… I haven’t joined the Twitteers or whatever it is they call themselves just yet, so I have no idea how any of that works.)
[edit: Three more pictures, moved below the fold.]
Justice is a very serious-looking dog.
Well, that’s what Dad thinks she is, and I’m not going to argue. She does look a fair bit like a Shiba Inu, certainly, only a lot closer in size to a German shepherd. And she has recently acquired a squeaky toy, as you will see, and she is totally as obsessed with the thing as any Australian cattle dog could ever be. So it’s not a bad guess.
Her friend, obviously, is about as golden a retriever as ever retrieved.
[edit: stuck four more pictures below the fold.]
If you look closely, you can see that Foxy has something in her mouth. That's her new squeaky toy.
I admit it, these pics aren’t great even by my low standards, but I wanted to post some pictures of Herbie just in case anyone’s looking for a pup to adopt. He’s super-sweet and gentle, and even managed to lick my hand despite the floral print muzzle he was wearing. (Dogs have to be muzzled on MUNI, so it’s nothing personal.)
If you like his looks, check him out at Muttville, where he is listed as ‘Herbie 2‘.
Trying something new today: both pictures are above the fold, and I’ll put the second one from today below the fold tomorrow when I post a new one. Why? Because of the 50 to 100 people who visit my web site every day (hi!) more than 95% of you only visit the front page. I was putting things below the fold in the hopes that people would comment more, but instead it just meant that nobody was seeing them, so I’m giving in to the inevitable. Please do comment if you have a mind to, though. [And now, a day later, I’ve added the jump/fold/break/thingie, below. We’ll see how the new method works out.]
Among other things, Herbie is a total ham, and one of the most photogenic dogs I've ever seen.
And here’s the jump. Below it is the second picture.
I don’t know where the up ears came from, but the rest of him looks pretty labbish to me.
One more picture after the break. I think I’ll probably be typing a bit less than usual for the next week or so, since I have a finger in a splint. Hopefully it’ll be okay by a week from now.
Super-pretty dog in a really nice bandana. We should really have a Dogs in Bandanas tag.
This is the pup that belongs to a coworker of mine named Beau, who is the gentleman in the stripey shirt there. This summer, he brought her along to the company picnic, which is where I got these pictures.
Another goofy pup picture, after the break.
All together now... one, two, three... AWWWWWW!
…with a spotty belly!
A second, equally relaxed picture, after the break.
She looks totally blissed out. Lucky pup: I have to pay a lot of money to get a massage that makes me look like that.