I feel like a quick trip to the beach this evening, and you all are the beneficiaries. Because you get to see this amazing dog, but you don’t have to smell the dog-wet-with-salt-water-for-two-hours smell.
Two more pictures after the break.
A quick saunter along the beach, with a pause to check out this highly interesting ... tree trunk. Or whatever it is.
Another guess. The German shepherd part is more obvious, but apparently more than one person has mentioned the Catahoula Leopard Dog (aka Catahoula cur, Catahoula Hog Dog, or, in my house, the Hulahula Cat Dog) half too. Call it an educated guess.
His (I think it was a ‘he’) name is Mancha. Two more of Mancha, after the break.
Edited: Oops. I appear to have stuck the wrong name and breed info with the wrong dog. This isn’t Mancha, nor is it a German shepherd/Catahoula mix. It looks nothing like a Catahoula, really. And not a whole lot like a German shepherd. On the other hand, this is actually Mancha. How terribly embarrassing.
Happy dog. The brindled coloration is really distinctive.
I think this guy is a Pomeranian in a puppy cut. As I’ve mentioned before, here, you’re really not supposed to clip a pom, because their hair doesn’t always grow back, or only grows back in patches.
That said, he sure is cute, huh? One more picture after the break.
He totally looks like one of those toy dogs. I kept expecting him to take three steps, stop stock-still, and go 'bark, bark, bark, bark'.
Spent today feeling pretty wretched, so this is offered up without a whole lot of commentary.
Look at those puppydog eyes. Someone's got it down cold.
A very few of you, who were reading this blog back in January, may remember my posting some pictures of a German shepherd/wolf mix named Rover, who lived in my neighborhood, just down the street. Well, I’m very unhappy to inform you that poor Rover has passed away. We know he lived a long life — he was certainly at least twelve, and probably significantly older than that. But it still breaks my heart, because Rover was a dog who could really make connections with people.
I know, I know, that sounds like a lot of dogs. Plenty of golden retrievers, for example, will run right up to you and immediately shower you with kisses and solicit belly rubs. But Rover was different: when you looked at him, you always felt like he was looking right back, scrutinizing you. Making sure you were the right kind of people. When Rover came over and nuzzled your hand, or leaned against your leg and solicited a skritch or two, you really felt like someone, someone whose opinion really mattered to you, had put a little checkmark next to your name, in the column marked ‘good folks’.
Rover wasn’t a pet, in any way that one normally means the term. He was a partner. And there are an awful lot of people in the neighborhood who are sad to see him go.
A couple of pictures reposted from my last Rover post, plus a couple I didn’t use before. Offered up without caption or hovertext, because I’m not feeling terribly witty or smartassed right now.
Goodbye, Rover.
Continuing the theme of basking dogs, I present a basset hound who is quite fond of sunny, cool days in San Francisco.
In other words, one with really good taste.
A second, not altogether hugely different photograph, after the break.
Sound asleep. I wish I had the ability to fall asleep instantly that some dogs do.
I gotta say, these guys have character.
This little guy found the only spot of sunlight within leash distance and appropriated it.
Okay, not a bagel, just a beagle. Not as edible, but far cuter.
Two more pics after the break.
Couldn't get any pics of this guy on the ground: he moved so fast all we saw was a brown-and-white blur. With a nose.
These guys are bulldogs (aka English bulldogs), not to be confused with Old English bulldogs (aka Olde Englishe Bulldogges). Or, for that matter, bulgogi, even if it is both old and English.
A few more pictures, after the break.
Edit: Wow, that was horribly edited. Not sure if I did that myself, or if the WordPress software somehow mangled the post. In either case, it’s what happens when I queue a bunch of stuff up and then go off on a trip. Should be fixed now… I hope.
Bulldogs always look ridiculous to me, but when they're in a posture like the one in front they're especially goofy.
Saw this guy on the way to work in the morning. I wish I had a job where I could bring my dog along on a regular basis. (First things first, of course: I wish I had a dog!)
Two more pictures after the break.
It must be 'take your dog to work day!'