Ah, corgis, you make my day a little brighter, just by existing.
Three more pictures after the break.
Ah, corgis, you make my day a little brighter, just by existing.
Three more pictures after the break.
I ran into this guy in a park the other day: Sparticus Minimus, aka ‘Spartie’. He struck me as a great dog: a mix of two typically nervous and barky breeds (Chihuahua and Italian greyhound), he was gregarious and playful, and seemed very comfortable with his place in ‘the pack’. That is to say, he didn’t go around irritating big dogs who could eat him in one bite, he didn’t bug people unless they seemed to want to be bugged, and if he found a human that was receptive, he was more than happy to collect some attention from them.
All of this is to say that what follows is completely unfair. My pictures came out goofier than intended, and this combined with a certain video I saw last night to firmly lodge in my mind the idea of Sparticus as having the voice of Jerry Lewis. And yes, I know that this says a lot more about me than it does about Sparticus.
Several more pictures after the break. If you look there, you may well see what I mean.
Due to the muzzle shape, I would have said that this was a Pomeranian mix; however, the woman on the other end of the leash was quite adamant that it was a full Pom. Well, fair enough, she probably had the papers to prove it.
One more pic after the break.
Another sheepy-pup from down undah! They’re a very popular breed in San Francisco, since they act more like a big dog and weigh more like a medium-small dog.
They’re a dangerous breed, though. Not because they bite or anything, but because they’re very, very smart, and if you don’t give them plenty of things to keep their minds busy, they’ll find their own entertainment. This can be very bad for a large variety of home furnishings, home electronics, houseplants, and so on.
Another picture after the break.
I know I just posted a Rottweiler recently, but I’ve seen this guy a few times and never got a good picture of him before, so I just had to post him now that I’ve gotten a few. His owner must like coffee a lot, because I see him out in front of the Starbucks on King Street near the train station an awful lot, waiting super-patiently out there in his little collapsable crate.
Sometimes it rains. When it rains, he just pulls his head inside and stays nice and warm and dry. It’s like a portable doghouse! How awesome is that? I mean, it’s maybe not so awesome that he spends that much time sitting outside a Starbucks, but if he’s going to, he sure is well-equipped for it.
Two more crate-tacular pictures, after the break.
Another – how shall I put this? – goofy-looking guy. The woman walking him was so proud of him, I didn’t want to laugh. Or make jokes. It would have been so mean.
Another two goofy pictures, after the break.
A rarity: three pics of this guy on the front page. Because you just can’t get the full effect without seeing all three pictures right in a row.
I ran into him in one of the park areas along the Embarcadero, and boy was he having the time of his life.
Not sure about the ID on this one. Definitely looks gold-ish, though, doesn’t she?
Another Rottie, for today. They’re not a breed I’ve spent a lot of time with, but I like them. The eyebrows always make them look goofy, and they often seem quite happy to reinforce that opinion by dancing around and acting all silly. Which is one of the better hobbies a dog can have.
Incidentally, did you know that it’s apparently proper to capitalize ‘Rottweiler’ because it’s a place name? As in ‘Ich bin ein Rottweiler’. Not-so-incidentally, there are two more pictures after the break.