First basset hound for Dogs of SF! Bassets are ridiculous: medium-sized dogs in xxl pajamas, with ears that make you think the pajamas maybe had an extra pair of legs sewn in, maybe by a mom with more love than knitting ability. I love seeing them run: often one ear gets out of sync with the other and they go bouncing around all over the place. So silly!
Is it just me, or is this guy a little bit walleyed?
I have decided that I am not going to feel guilty about missing a post or two due to pneumonia. That would be silly. I will, however, post when I am feeling up to it. And I’m feeling a lot better now.
More Keeshunds, for your viewing pleasure. These two were a matched set, but sadly I didn’t get a good shot of them together. Second one is after the break.
I love the reverse mask effect, where his head is all black but the part around the eyes.
Not the best pictures I’ve ever shot (especially the second, which is kind of fuzzy, and not just because the dog was kind of fuzzy!) but I had to show off this amazing dog. As I approached the bar he was standing with his forepaws up on the wall and his head inside the window of ’21st Amendment’, a brew pub down in SOMA, just hanging out with his humans (which were right at the table inside.) Sadly, I didn’t get a shot of that, but I can at least give you a good idea of what he looks like. And what he looks like is a happy-go-lucky half-Rottweiler, half-German Shepherd.
Hey, this is Dogs of SF’s one-hundred-and-first post! I never thought I’d have the self-discipline to keep it up this long. Go me!
(Second picture is after the bark.)
Look at that canine grin. And the eyebrows!
Not sure about this guy… Pom is a pretty sure guess, but what else? Not sure. Could be pure Pom, but I don’t think so.
Second picture after the break.
Whatever he was, he was very well-trained and not afraid of anything.
I’m cheating a bit with this one. It’s the dog of a friend of Autumn’s, in the midwest. But I like the picture a lot.
Just the one picture today.
Poor little guy broke his leg tearing around, and was in that cast for over a month.
Two Australian Shepherds for you today, one the standard black tricolor, and one rather unusual red merle. I tried to get the redhead to pose for some better pictures, but she (if I recall correctly they were both girls) wasn’t having any of it. She was far too interested in mom. Ah well… the black tricolor was a happy ham, so that’s fine by me.
One more picture after the break.
A fine pair. If I recall correctly, these are both show dogs, too, though I don't remember if they were winners or not.
For your consideration, three pictures of a cute golden retriever today, two below the break.
This guy was waiting patiently outside of a bar when I saw him. I’m not clear on how long he was there, but he sure did look bored, and even a little rubdown didn’t perk him up much. He even rolled onto his back and let me pet his belly (though I didn’t get a good picture of that), but he looked morose the whole time I did it. Pining for the fjords, maybe.
Canis lupus familiaris, breed 'goden retriever', front view. Note sad expression, ridiculous fluff.
Who’s that coming down the street on that crazy hawg?* Is he mad? Is he bad?
Is he an awesome dawg?
(* I have no idea if it’s really a Harley, the rhyme was just too good to pass up. I’ve put all three pictures above the fold on this one, because they’re just too cool not to appear on the front page.)
Incidentally, in my experience, pit bulls get a really bad rap. I’ve never met one who was aggressive, and only met one who wasn’t friendly and full of love. And that one was a recent rescue dog who had been abused and who was kind of skittish… but who could blame him?
As Autumn and I approached the bike, we were like, 'is that really... that can't be...'
Oh yes it was. A happy friendly licky pitbull, who was delighted to meet us.
How awesome a dog do you have to be to stick your head out the window of a motorcycle?
Another short-ish post for another sick day. Bleh, this cold is a nasty one. Unlike basically every other one I’ve had in many years, it starts in the chest and just sits there for a while. (Autumn and Alex, my coworker, both seem to have had this same thing, and it did the same thing to them.)
Anyway, neither Autumn nor I are sure what exactly this dog is, but it does seem to be a terrier of some kind. And I just love its expression. In fact, I have to say, this is one of my favorites, even if it is a bit blurry.
I just adore the little tiny bit of tongue showing.
Autumn and I are sick, with a nasty cold that infects the lungs and saps the will to do anything except lie in bed and moan. She’s got it worse than me so far, but there’s no telling what things will be like in a day or two.
So I had to find a nice happy dog for today. We’re not sure what this gal is, but our best guess is an Australian Shepherd mix. All I can tell you is that she’s pretty awesome. The first picture is of her soliciting attention. The next two, after the break, is what she looks like after she gets a good skritching.
If you're adorable and you know it raise your paw (raise your paw!)