Your Christmas present for this year: a pair of Cardigan Welsh Corgis. I can only assume that the muzzled fellow is not good around other dogs, as I have met these two on multiple occasions and they have both been perfect gentlemen. (And by that I mean cuddly!)
Have any Christmas dog stories? Share them in the comments.
Edit: A bigger version of the picture. Still learning about this bloggity stuff.
I'm a softy, but my friend there is a vicious killer! Yeah!
Not 100% sure about this breed identification, but I am 100% sure he’s awesome. Also: FLUFFY!
R-A-G-G-M-O-P-P RAGMOP!
PS: I call them ‘Wil Wheaton Terriers’. This is almost certainly because I’m a bad person.
An inscrutable French Bulldog, for your enjoyment. Does he remind anyone else of the antagonist from a spy movie?
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die
Is it just me that finds this picture hysterically funny? Every time I look at that guy on the right…
(Edited to fix the egregious spelling error in the title.)
GNARGNARGNAR! THE TEETH, THE TERRIBLE TEETH!
Just a Chow, chillin’ on the grass in South Park (SOMA, SF). I love Chow tails. And this one was an especially friendly example of the breed.
Incidentally, anyone who knows about a dog-related event or tradition in San Francisco that they think I should post about, please drop a comment in one of the posts here and I’ll be happy to investigate. It’s impossible for one person to keep track of everything that goes on in the Bay area…
If you've ever been to South Park, you'll know the Chow there is the best!
I don’t know how I’ve gone this far in this blog without including the single most popular dog breed in the United States. Indeed, I’d say that many people, when they think ‘dog’, think Labrador Retriever. (Personally, I think Golden Retriever, due to two very affectionate Goldens that I lived near when I was really young.)
Just to start things out a little differently, here’s a chocolate lab, being distracted.
Talk to the ear, 'cause the nose ain't listening. (...wait...)
I love the Macy’s Christmas display. Walking by and watching the cats and dogs playing never fails to put a smile on my face.
This cutie was just as interested in staring at me as I was in looking at him.
You WILL take me home with you!
This poor dog was told, when he was just a pup, ‘make sure you always look both ways!’ And so he always does.
Autumn and I have a name for the smaller, squooshed-nose, bug-eyed breeds. We call them derp-derps. And then we hug them. But gently, because if you hug them too hard their eyes pop out.
You're laughing at me, aren't you?
A new kind of post for a new kind of thing: an event in the Bay Area that is dog-related. I won’t always have pictures associated with these — for example, if the event hasn’t happened yet, and I want to encourage people to go — but this time I do.
In the neighborhood of Pacific Heights, in Lafayette Park, there stands a somewhat scraggly pine tree. And around about this time of year, every year, it is hung with pictures of the dogs of the neighborhood, both past and present. This tradition is the brainchild of one Ming Chapin, who was hanging a couple of dogs on the tree when I arrived.
Here's to friends, both absent and present
(This is also my first multi-page post: to see and hear more about the tree, follow me past the break:)
If there’s something about short-haired Dachshunds that makes me giggle, then there’s something about long-haired ones that makes me smile. I don’t know what it is… the long hair just makes them a little less ridiculous, while at the same time making them no less adorable.
Autumn and I have a name for these dogs. We call them Foofly Wieners. Which clearly doesn’t make them less ridiculous, I admit.
Fooooooofly wiener!