I ran into this sweetheart while walking to work along the Embarcadero. In the pictures she seems to have a bit of what might stereotypically be called a ‘hangdog’ expression… she was like that in person, too. I don’t think she was sad, or scared, really, though… she’s just kinda old, and maybe tired.
Her name is ‘Fergie’, aka ‘Maude Ferguson of Flanders’, for reasons that I will not get into here. 🙂 Couple more pictures after the break.
Such a pretty pup. Chestnut-colored fur.
I’m not sure if this guy is a Miniature Pinscher or an Australian Kelpie. Whatever he is, he’s a real cutie, and was really affectionate, though kind of hyper. I never even knew MinPins existed until I met him. (Another pic after the break.)
Incidentally, sorry about the couple of days without posts; I was trying to get to bed early and forgot to post. I’d like to get a queue up, so that if I forget for one day it’ll automatically post, but that’ll require time to pre-post a bunch of stuff. Soon, I promise.
Whatever he is, this guy was having a blast playing frisbee
Oh. My. God. Cute!
Shh... the rawhide has completely exhausted the poor pup.
Yes, it’s foofly wiener time again, folks. This one is a mini-dachshund, and was very shy. She eventually consented to receive ‘da pettins’ from Autumn, but I could never get near her, so I just took pictures.
A wary wiener.
A dog treat wins the day!
Nobody knows anything about this guy, except that he was found swimming around near New Orleans after Katrina hit. Nobody claimed him, and he didn’t even have a collar on. He was brought up to the Bay Area and then adopted, and has spent the time since in sunny San Francisco. I hope whoever had him before made it out okay. And if they did, I wish I could tell them that he’s fine and happy.
Nobody has the foggiest idea what mix of breeds he is, but he’s a perfect gentleman — er, gentledog — to people and dogs alike.
Big yawn!
I just have no idea what he is. From the front, he looks a little lab-ish (or flat-coat-ish).
Look at that devilish expression. He's a real sweetie, but I bet he hides shoes.
Shiba Inus may be the foxiest of dogs. I don’t mean they’re the most attractive (though they are in the running) but they may be the ones that look most like foxes. It’s a pity they’re so standoffish a lot of the time. This one wasn’t, though. He ran right up to me, tail a-wag, and said hello. (Two pictures this time.)
The world, I firmly believe, needs more highly social Shiba Inus.
It took me a little while to get him to stop sniffing me long enough for me to get a good shot.
Look at that face. Look at that face!
The tail's pretty good too.
Last year, for a while, when I walked to work down Pacific Avenue, I walked past a law office. And in the window of that law office, often anyway, there was a kitty! Autumn and I took to calling her ‘Lawkitty’, as in ‘Lawkitty will be happy to represent you, for the low price of three mackerel!’ and ‘Lawkitty is sorry you lost your case, but will console you with cuddles.’ That’s when these pictures were taken.
A couple months after the first time we saw her, we noticed someone carrying stuff out of the office. It was Andrew S. Cantor, the attorney in question, moving out of the office. It turns out that it was rented to him as a ‘live/work space’ but is classified as commercial. Really dumb thing to do to a lawyer.
Anyway, it turns out this kitty’s name is really Eppi. She’s a real sweetheart. And Andrew is a neat guy, and seems to know his way around the law. You could do a lot worse than talk to him if you need a lawyer.
Eppi was initially somewhat shy.
Sorry about the late post. Big party last night. No dogs, though.
This fellow kind of looks like a Dalmatian mix, but his owner assured me that he isn’t. However (how embarrassing), I’ve forgotten what his owner says he is. Autumn thinks he looks like an English Pointer mix, so we’ll go with that.
A canine master of the sidelong glance.
An adorable little corgi, to celebrate my victory over the mean, nasty demons of WordPress.
Four friggin’ hours later.
