Slightly late post. Busy day.
Sad pug.
I have a soft spot for gangly, awkward dogs with ridiculous ears. Okay, okay, I have a soft spot for most dogs, but you gotta admit, this guy is really something.
Neither Autumn nor I had ever heard of an English Shepherd before, but we totally fell for this gal as soon as we saw her. Apparently English Shepherds were actually bred in the United States, and are of the same lineage as collies. And they’re super-smart and hardworking and loyal and trustworthy and brave and thrifty and… oh, no, wait, that’s boy scouts. Well, many of those things, anyway.
They also make great silhouettes.
Just a morning’s boxer in Huntingdon Park. It’s a great place to see dogs at all hours, although a bit more so in the afternoon and evening. Some mornings when I go through at 8 or 8:30 there isn’t a single dog there at all. Terrible!
As promised, here are some more pictures of Trout the adorable hyper nutball dog that Autumn dogsat a couple of weeks ago. He’s such a goofball, but when he comes over and rests his head on your knee and looks up at you and says ‘throw my ball pleeeeease!’ you can’t help but forgive him. Even if he did just drool all over your work pants.
Also, starting now, I’m going to be posting new dogs at noon rather than at midnight. No point in connecting to facebook if the posts happen when nobody’s awake to notice them.
Mom said this was a Beagle/Bassett or a Beagle/Bloodhound, I forget which, and I am not currently feeling qualified to judge.

You can see that he is terribly vicious. Mom had to hold tight to his leash to keep him from licking me to death.
Long day. After work, I spent four hours going down to the San Jose airport, retrieving the car, and driving it back up here. (Well, I stopped for half an hour for dinner.) Admittedly, the train ride was relaxing, and I did get my new computer equipment installed on the way down. (Removing the case of a laptop on a moving train is kind of fun.)
So, here’s some balm for my weary soul: two puppies wrestling. Grr! Raar!
Yes, this pup is a full golden retriever. She’s gotta be some kind of mutant, or maybe a throwback to the golden retrievers of the last ice age, where primitive man needed a super-fluffy yet totally adoring dog to take the edge off those chilly glacial nights, and thus bred the proto-golden-retrievers with Siberian timber wolves, Angora goats, and wooly mammoths*. In this way, they bred a dog with fur so long that, in the event of polar bear attack, you could actually hide your children and smaller belongings in the dog’s fur.†
(* This is not actually true. † Neither is this.)