I had to spend a little quality time with Wikipedia making sure this guy was a weimaraner and not a vizsla: he’s very brown for a weimaraner, but very grey for a vizsla. However, if he were a vizsla, his nose would blend in more with his fur color. Ergo, he’s a weimie.
Two more pictures, after the break.
A very poised dog. Look at the expression. I wonder if he's show-trained?
First off: sorry about the lack of a post yesterday. Autumn and I are stressing out really badly right now: we’re trying to move into a new place, and it’s a really bumpy ride. I’ve been suffering from insomnia because of it, and so when I was starting to nod off last night at 11 PM, I hopped right into bed in the hopes of a good night’s sleep. Result: woke up at 3 AM, lay awake in bed until 7. Bah.
Second off: the dog. Autumn and I aren’t sure about this guy, so we made our best guess. He’s either a Spanish water dog or a puli, we think. And since we’ve already posted a puli, we’re calling this guy a Spanish water dog. That’s our story, and we’re sticking to it, at least until someone tells us different.
Anyway, I ran into this guy a few weeks ago, on the way to work. He was very interested in everyone who walked by. Most of the other people gave him a really wide berth, but I said hi, and as my reward, collected a few licks. (One more slightly blurry picture after the break.)
Whatever that is he has attached to him, it was perfect: he could stick his head out the window, but he couldn't climb out, and it was just short enough that he couldn't hit his head on the windshield.
Okay, I’ll admit it: Autumn and I really don’t have much idea what breeds this guy is. I mean, there’s definitely some resemblance to a Labrador retriever. Autumn thought maybe there was some Husky in there too. I think he might be part raccoon: check out the tail. Or possibly he’s part skunk, with the white stripe that’s supposed to be down his back going down his chest and tummy instead. (Sadly, I only have one picture of him… but I think you’ll agree that he’s still well worth posting. Please, if you have any idea what he could be, leave a comment after the break!)
Not sure what he’s mixed with, but he’s got rottie in him for sure.
One more picture, after the break.
It should be against the law to stand around outside a pizzeria with a dog. This poor guy ended up with his own little puddle of drool.
Another foofly wiener for y’all. And a second bonus wiener, just because I like ya.
Two more pictures, after the break.
Look at that expression. I wonder if this guy learned ‘the stare’ from a passing border collie? Also: totally ridiculous ears.
The dog in this picture is named ‘Lady Bear’, and is a Norwegian elkhound. Not a breed you see every day. The guy in this picture is ‘Neil Howl’, and is an acoustic-finger-style-and-slide-guitarist and singer, which is also a fairly rare breed. We ran into him in the subway in San Francisco, just before he was going to leave to head home to Massachusetts. If you’re curious about his music, his MySpace page is here. If you’re curious about his dog, there’s some info about Norwegian elkhounds here.
A very patient, very smart, and very, very loyal pup. Also: cuddly.
I got some smooches from this gal. The initial ‘oh my god I’ll never wash this hand again’ went right out the window when I was having dinner. Does that make me a terrible hypocrite?
Two more pictures, after the break.
Look at that face. And those ears. And oh, god, that tail. Stub-tacular!
Just saw this pair today, and I just had to post them. They were both awfully cute, and the little white guy was very patient and didn’t seem to mad that I spent a little more time fawning over his friend.
Autumn and I aren’t really sure about the identifications, but we both said the same thing (Golden Retriever/Dachshund mix) for the gold one, and the white one Autumn thought looked like a West Highland White Terrier. I looked ’em up online, and I agree. Surprisingly thin fur, but for all I know that may be normal for them.
Anyway, they were both awfully cute, and very photogenic. As such, just oodles more pictures this time, after the break. (Oh, and the golden one is named ‘Ginger’, and I’ve forgotten the name of the other one. Don’t think of it as unequal treatment: the only reason I remember Ginger is because one of the pictures has her tags in focus. And if you happen to know these dogs, or in fact be the guardian of these dogs, please do add missing info in the comments section.)
The pair of them seemed to get along pretty well, although they look pretty different.
This guy was fun to watch, even if I didn’t really get to meet him. He really seemed to have exactly one expression: that of goofy delight. When he ran, his tongue flapped around even more than his ears. And his ears flapped around a lot.
Three more pictures, after the break.
I've captured our friend here in a rare moment of stillness.
And now, for no particular reason, some more pictures from the great puppy fight. Three pictures in total, two are (of course) after the break.
The challenge! Hmm, one foot off the ground, doesn't that mean he was wounded in this combat but survived?