Not sure what he’s mixed with, but he’s got rottie in him for sure.
One more picture, after the break.
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.
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.
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.)
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.
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.
You don’t see a lot of dogs in San Francisco’s Chinatown. And I’m not making some kind of obnoxious ethnic slur here: it’s just a fact that the Chinese residents don’t keep as many dogs as pets as people in other neighborhoods. I’m sure it’s a cultural thing.
However, I’ve also noticed that when I do meet a dog in Chinatown, it’s almost invariably a big, happy, fluffy, friendly dog. And it’s almost always very well-trained, and well-socialized. I’ve met a few golden retrievers, a few labs, a couple of unusually friendly chows. And this guy. This guy is half-lab, half-chow, according to his owner. And he was so friendly, and yet so polite: he didn’t actively get in anyone’s way, or even move towards them at all. He just stared up at everyone walking by, making it very clear that if they wanted to pet him, that was just fine with him.
Two more pictures after the break.
Look at that ball of fluff. Their temperaments seem to be all over the place: I’ve met standoffish ones, I’ve met hostile ones, I’ve met friendly ones. But they always look like they’d make amazing pillows.
The guy who was walking this little cutie seemed convinced that she was a dachshund/chihuahua. I find that theory a little hard to swallow. I mean, those ears have to have come from somewhere, right? I think it much more likely that this pup came from the union of a papillon and a miniature dachshund. Or, at least, a papillon and SOMETHING, anyway.
Two more pictures, after the break.