(Pronounced ‘Hay Den’.) Half Australian Cattle Dog, half Australian Shepherd. So he likes sheep, cows, balls, his own tail, and everybody.
The blue merle pattern on the fluffy coat? Gorgeous.
The fur is super-soft, too. This guy would make a good dog to bring with you when winter camping.
The camera took a little collateral 'lick' damage here, always a hazard when photographing dogs.
Sorry for the short post: having some technical difficulties. Trying out an EyeFi card, which is a SD card that offloads its photos via WiFi, and can also do geolocation on them based on the WiFi networks that are nearby.
The card itself is a marvel of engineering. It works flawlessly, and I’m really impressed.
The software that interfaces with it appears to be written in Adobe Flash, believe it or not. And is completely, comprehensively awful. I could write something more useful to me in about six or eight hours, if I had documentation. I could write something more useful to everybody in six to eight weeks.
On the other hand, I could go six centuries and I could still not write a program that was as useful (and adorable!) as this dog.
He looks like he's always up for cuddles, wrestling, or a quick nap.
Poor pups, tied up outside a yummy-smelling restaurant.
They were tied up right at the door, where they could nuzzle the ankles of everyone going in or out.
That might just be the expression they call 'the hairy eyeball'.
Just after I finished taking their pictures, these two swapped places, and resumed their guard duty, one looking in, the other looking out.
They don’t come much more adorable and fluffy than this gal right here.
Any day where this comes bounding into your life can't be all bad.
Fifty pounds of happy in a twenty-pound bag. And growing.
Super-fluffy? Check. Adoring beyond reason? Check. Smart as a whip? Check. (Well, I'm extrapolating there.)
In short, the dog to have with you if you're marooned on a desert island. Especially one where the nights are cold.
Autumn says that we’ve had one of these (most ridiculous of) dogs before, but if so, I must have spelled it wrong, because a search of my blog doesn’t turn it up.
I'm not a big fan of traditional poodle cuts, but if I had a Bedlington terrier, I'd probably give it their traditional haircut. I mean... It's so ridiculous. How can you not?
God, the ear-ploufs. Who in the world thought that up?
Looks like someone knows the 'Hokey Pokey'.
So do Bedlingtons not actually have binocular vision, with that giant floof in between their eyes?
This guy really likes curling his tongue. Half the pictures I have of him, he has his tongue out.
Another playful puppy for today, only this one is a lot littler and even less dignified-looking.
Yes, this is at the McKinley Dog Fest.
Talk about attentive. He just keeps staring at her tennis ball. You can tell he's going to be a heck of a retriever.
Hoverball!
He looks so amazed.
Mood swing! Let's hear it for dogs.
A keeshund, for your viewing pleasure. This one was quite eager to make my acquaintance, but finally let me take a few pictures before demanding to be petted. I guess I can understand, it must get awfully itchy under that much fur.
I would like to try brushing a keeshund. Once.
These were taken at the Dog Festival. You can tell from the expression, right?
Not sure about the breed identification for the latter, but someone told me there was a dead black Bernese/Golden mix wandering around, and this gal looks like she fits the bill. The pit bull did get a little rough, as puppies do, but the Bernese seemed like she was enjoying herself immensely. Dad, on the other hand, was a little nervous.
The pit bull puppy decided that the Bernese mix looked like a fun playmate.
The Bernese wasn't entirely easy to convince.
I just love the expressions on the pit bull in these.
Totally ridiculous.
The little guy in the background is awesome too. Picks up the ball, spits it out, looks at it like, 'dude, this isn't nearly as much fun as they're having.'
Dad stops the play and calms things down a bit. For, oh, about 30 seconds.
The little one takes a brief time-out to verify that his tail is still firmly attached to his tuchus.
I love the crossed tails! I guess this is why he was checking his out.
This was pretty much the puppy's only tactic: get ahold of an ear, and then hold on.
The Berner tried reciprocating, but it didn't seem to work quite as well for her.
I think the pit is biting a bit too hard here... the Berner growled a bit, and I think he backed off slightly.
Not just our first smooth-coated collie on here, but the first one I’ve ever seen. Is it just me, or are they kinda funny-looking?
I think someone found something to eat that she shouldn't've.
After a couple of quick barks, she went back to nosing around in the grass.
This is a Tale of Two Terrors… er, I mean, terriers. One of them is named ‘Coco’, or possibly ‘Cocoa’. But I don’t know which one.
One of them is dignified, yet cheerful.
The other is wild and uninhibited.
 One has a special talent... |
 ...that's going to take him... |
 ...all the way to the top. |
But will he forget his earthbound friend?
Not if his trainer has anything to say about it!
...and from the looks of things... he just may!
The Flight of the Terrier: coming soon to a theatre near you.