Is it just me, or does this guy look like he’s wearing fuzzy chaps? (Another example here.)
One more pic, after the break.
Poofly leg fur? Check. Ridiculous long ears, almost long enough to trip over? Check. Tiny stubtacular tail? Check. Got to be an American Cocker Spaniel.
Here’s the corgi I intended for yesterday, and a friend of his too. I keep thinking that his friend is a treeing walker coonhound, but the scale seems very odd between him, the corgi, and the person. Maybe he’s part coonhound?
Anyway, Autumn has totally fallen in love with this dog. We were driving along Dolores, near 18th or so, and we saw Dylan. Autumn was literally bouncing in her seat, and I just had to pull over and let her out, and get out myself. We said hello to the dogs, got some pictures, and distributed skritches. When we were back in the car and driving away, Autumn said, ‘That’s just about my perfect dog, right there, aside from Ceili.” And I have to agree: Dylan is really something special.
Another four pictures after the break.
Look at that expression. Corgis are so ridiculously-shaped, and so amazingly happy.
Well, I was going to post another corgi today, but … well, not that any of you want to know this, but what the heck, I’ll explain anyway. See, because of my, er, confused moving situation (a very gentle term for it) my phone service has moved somewhere that, as things now stand, I am pretty unlikely to end up able to move myself. Sadly, at the moment it’s pretty tough for me to move it back. This also means that my internet service has moved there as well, which leaves me without any here. (That’s the reason for the extended lack of DoSF last weekend.) So I’m, ah, being a right bastard and stealing a bit of bandwidth from a neighbor. But the signal is really flaky, which means uploading one picture took me roughly twenty minutes of retrying, re-retrying, and holding my laptop over my head. Posting six pictures, even six pictures of a cute fluffy corgi, isn’t in the cards tonight.
So instead, I give you an American Eskimo Dog. I don’t think this is the same one I posted a couple months ago, but I confess to an inability to tell them apart.
Eskies are such gorgeous dogs. And so soft. If I had one, I would seriously be tempted to try out one of those places that cleans dog fur and turns it into yarn for knitting.
Found this guy outside of a favorite restaurant of Autumn’s and mine: the Chinatown Loving Hut, which Autumn and I affectionately call Evil Master Chinese Food, for reasons which will become apparent to you if you ever go there. But it’s in fun: it’s a really good vegan Chinese food restaurant, and the people who work there are very nice and very considerate. One once chased me down a block from the restaurant, waving my leftovers above her head. “I think you forgot these!”
Anyway. As I was slipping out of the restaurant to take a few pictures of him, a guy came by and fed him a couple chunks of his cliff bar. I didn’t feel comfortable yelling at someone for feeding someone else’s dog, but the bar looked like chocolate, and I’d feel completely comfortable yelling at someone for feeding someone else’s dog chocolate. Fortunately, it turned out to be carob. The dog’s owner still wasn’t happy, but at least the dog wasn’t in danger.
Seriously awesome dog. Sorry the pictures are so washed out; it was quite sunny. Two more pics after the break.
Happy pup. Well-trained, and friendly to everyone. I've heard huskies can be difficult, but you couldn't prove it by this guy.
Well, I needed a little help with the last one’s breed, and Autumn could only guess since I don’t have a single non-blurry picture with his or her face in it. But the other two I’m sure of, and I have to say, that’s the biggest standard dachshund I’ve seen in quite some time.
I hadn’t been planning on posting these pictures, as the dogs were doing a bit of scuffling, and it didn’t seem entirely in fun. The dachshund was snapping his teeth at the boxer, and the boxer was growling at the dachshund. Nobody was injured, though, and some of the pictures came out quite amusing, I think, so what the heck.
Two more pictures after the break.
The dachshund and the boxer didn't get along at all well, but they both got along with every other dog there.
All right, a little bit of personal business to get out of the way before we get to the dog. No, we haven’t moved yet. Yes, we were supposed to. Yes, something came up that may well prevent us from moving into the new place at all. Yes, we’re feeling pretty put-upon right now. Yes, I have had to cancel my vacation to deal with all this. And finally, YES THIS SUCKS.
Dogs of San Francisco thanks David King for providing temporary hosting space for its server, while we figure out what the heck happens next. Someday… somehow… Autumn and I will have a place to live that we intend to stay in for more than a month, and we will move it back. Argh argh argh.
And now, we return you to your regularly scheduled feature: Olio, the Norwich Terrier. Olio took to me right away, which was apparently somewhat unusual for him. Not that he’s hostile, or scared, or anything like that… he just has other things on his mind than people, usually. Well, fortunately for my state of mind, he stopped and gave me a few smooches and let me pet him, and then posed for some very cute pictures. (Two more of which are after the break.)
It took dad a few tries to get Olio to sit still for some pictures, and once he did, it sure didn't last long.
Unless something strange happens, Friday will be the last day of Dogs of SF until we’ve got service moved over to the new place. See you then! And, to hold you over for the hiatus, I think we have an appropriately awesome dog:
I'm not sure I've ever seen a grin that impish on the face of a dog before. At least, not in person.
Okay, first off, it looks like Dogs of San Francisco will be offline for a few days, probably starting Friday afternoon/evening. Please don’t panic. (If losing DoSF for a few days would make you panic, you may want to see a professional.) More likely, though, please, please don’t give up on me… we’re moving, and the server that DoSF lives on lives with me. My DSL is liable to be off for a few days at the new place. If it looks like it’s going to be any longer than that, I’ll truck the server over to a friend’s house and set it up there, but given the amount of time I’m dedicating to the move, working that in (or copying all the data over to another machine) would just be too much of a time investment right now.
If you’re wondering why I host this at my house… well, partly it’s a learning tool. It makes me figure out all this stuff, and that’s information that I can use in my day job, though moreso when I was in IT. Secondarily, I quite like having all of my stuff in one place: it makes backups simple, and it means that I keep control of all of my own information, and don’t have to agree to inconvenient licensing agreements for ‘free’ hosting sites that may or may not allow some company to use my blog content in their advertising (or whatever). If the day comes that Dogs of San Francisco (or any of my other web stuff) is too popular to be hosted over DSL, I’ll rent some space in a hosting facility, and maybe put some local advertising up to pay for it.
Okay, enough of all that: on to the dog of the day, Sparticus! Two more pictures of this cute little guy in his cute little sweater, after the break. (And no, I haven’t changed my tune about dogs in clothing… but you have to admit, that’s a pretty cute dog sweater.)
Ears back, but eyes looking directly at my face. (Camera was held near my face.) A well-adjusted dog... showing submission, but not fear.
Another corgi, from a two-corgi day. (I’ll get to the other guy soon enough, I promise.) And this day illustrates what we all know already: Adam needs to drag along a better friggin’ camera, because the iPhone doesn’t have a shutter speed fast enough to keep from getting blurs when he takes a picture of a hyperactive corgi. And what’s the point of a camera if it can’t capture a corglet?
(Update: I am informed by a usually reliable source (i.e. ‘the comments section’) that this pup’s name is Charlie. Hi Charlie!)
Two more slightly blurry pics after the break.
Many people consider the backside of a Pembroke Welsh Corgi to be its best side.
Autumn and I are moving, and getting the phone service moved to the new place, with DSL intact, is proving to be… well, not a hassle exactly. I asked for it, and they seem to just be doing it. But it is unclear exactly when the phone service will start up in the new place (though I know exactly when it will stop in the old place: July second, before 5 PM), and after the new service starts, it’s also unclear when the DSL cutover will occur.
I am trying to make alternate arrangements to host my home server (where DoSF runs) in the meantime. If I can, then DoSF will be down for a few hours twice (moving there, moving back again), plus however long it takes the address www.dogsofsf.com to catch up with the new location. If I can’t, then DoSF might be down for as long as four or five days while we wait for the DSL cutover to occur.
In either case, I’ll get us back up and running as quickly as I can.