I am assured that this fellow is a goldendoodle, and I guess they ought to know, but… he’s just so huge! He’s bigger than any standard poodle or golden retriever that I’ve ever seen. One wonders whether an Irish wolfhound, or possibly a small pony, crept into the family tree some time back.
Two more pictures, after the break.
If he's unusually large for a goldendoodle, he certainly has the attitude of a goldendoodle: eminently huggable.
This guy was friendly and cheerful. And his name is Wallace, which I thought was pretty funny, especially since there isn’t a Grommet to go along with him.
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The white blaze on his forehead reminds me of something, but I can't think what. Maybe some famous movie horse from a 1960s western?
Only one picture of these two. Pity, they make quite an interesting pair.
For some reason, every time I look at this picture, it makes me think 'comedy duo, from an old MGM musical comedy'. The guy in front is singing right now, and the little guy in the back is his sidekick and sings the patter songs.
This guy was funny because when I came up to the car he was in, he stuck his head out and sniffed at me, and seemed quite happy to see me. As soon as I turned around and walked away, he started barking at me like a little terror. And not the ‘don’t go!’ kinds of barks, either, but the ‘GO AWAY YOU BAD MAN! RAPE! MURDER! DOPERY!’ kind of bark. Ah well, he’s a shiba, what do you expect?
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Shiba inus are one of the more popular breeds in SF. Not bad for a breed whose first litter in the US was in 1979. (According to Wikipedia, anyway.)
When I started this blog, I knew I wasn’t a big expert on dogs. However, I thought I had at least seen all of the most ridiculous breeds. Dachshunds are so silly, corgis are both funny-looking and insane, and Newfies are just flat-out goofy-looking. But Sunday I came across a new one on me, the field spaniel.
Now, from what I’ve read online, this guy doesn’t typify the most recent breed of field spaniels, in Britain. Apparently they’re a lot more normally-proportioned these days. This guy is a throwback to the field spaniels of 1900. And thank God for that… I would hate for that breed to die out.
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Huge head? Check. Giant long ridiculous ears? Check. Super-goofy expression? Checkity-check-check.
Is it just me, or does this guy look like he’s wearing fuzzy chaps? (Another example here.)
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Poofly leg fur? Check. Ridiculous long ears, almost long enough to trip over? Check. Tiny stubtacular tail? Check. Got to be an American Cocker Spaniel.
Here’s the corgi I intended for yesterday, and a friend of his too. I keep thinking that his friend is a treeing walker coonhound, but the scale seems very odd between him, the corgi, and the person. Maybe he’s part coonhound?
Anyway, Autumn has totally fallen in love with this dog. We were driving along Dolores, near 18th or so, and we saw Dylan. Autumn was literally bouncing in her seat, and I just had to pull over and let her out, and get out myself. We said hello to the dogs, got some pictures, and distributed skritches. When we were back in the car and driving away, Autumn said, ‘That’s just about my perfect dog, right there, aside from Ceili.” And I have to agree: Dylan is really something special.
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Look at that expression. Corgis are so ridiculously-shaped, and so amazingly happy.
Well, I was going to post another corgi today, but … well, not that any of you want to know this, but what the heck, I’ll explain anyway. See, because of my, er, confused moving situation (a very gentle term for it) my phone service has moved somewhere that, as things now stand, I am pretty unlikely to end up able to move myself. Sadly, at the moment it’s pretty tough for me to move it back. This also means that my internet service has moved there as well, which leaves me without any here. (That’s the reason for the extended lack of DoSF last weekend.) So I’m, ah, being a right bastard and stealing a bit of bandwidth from a neighbor. But the signal is really flaky, which means uploading one picture took me roughly twenty minutes of retrying, re-retrying, and holding my laptop over my head. Posting six pictures, even six pictures of a cute fluffy corgi, isn’t in the cards tonight.
So instead, I give you an American Eskimo Dog. I don’t think this is the same one I posted a couple months ago, but I confess to an inability to tell them apart.
Eskies are such gorgeous dogs. And so soft. If I had one, I would seriously be tempted to try out one of those places that cleans dog fur and turns it into yarn for knitting.
Found this guy outside of a favorite restaurant of Autumn’s and mine: the Chinatown Loving Hut, which Autumn and I affectionately call Evil Master Chinese Food, for reasons which will become apparent to you if you ever go there. But it’s in fun: it’s a really good vegan Chinese food restaurant, and the people who work there are very nice and very considerate. One once chased me down a block from the restaurant, waving my leftovers above her head. “I think you forgot these!”
Anyway. As I was slipping out of the restaurant to take a few pictures of him, a guy came by and fed him a couple chunks of his cliff bar. I didn’t feel comfortable yelling at someone for feeding someone else’s dog, but the bar looked like chocolate, and I’d feel completely comfortable yelling at someone for feeding someone else’s dog chocolate. Fortunately, it turned out to be carob. The dog’s owner still wasn’t happy, but at least the dog wasn’t in danger.
Seriously awesome dog. Sorry the pictures are so washed out; it was quite sunny. Two more pics after the break.
Happy pup. Well-trained, and friendly to everyone. I've heard huskies can be difficult, but you couldn't prove it by this guy.
Well, I needed a little help with the last one’s breed, and Autumn could only guess since I don’t have a single non-blurry picture with his or her face in it. But the other two I’m sure of, and I have to say, that’s the biggest standard dachshund I’ve seen in quite some time.
I hadn’t been planning on posting these pictures, as the dogs were doing a bit of scuffling, and it didn’t seem entirely in fun. The dachshund was snapping his teeth at the boxer, and the boxer was growling at the dachshund. Nobody was injured, though, and some of the pictures came out quite amusing, I think, so what the heck.
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The dachshund and the boxer didn't get along at all well, but they both got along with every other dog there.