These guys always look so worried, don’t they?

Worried? Concerned? Sad? One of those, anyway.
These guys always look so worried, don’t they?

Worried? Concerned? Sad? One of those, anyway.
If you didn’t see the previous post to this one, check that out first.
So, for lunch, I walked down to Safeway to pick up an apple, and from there to Subway, to pick up a sandwich. And who should I meet on the way to Safeway but Bailey and his mom again! I told her I’d posted the pictures on my blog, and she said she’d look at them. And I said hello to Bailey, and got another picture, and then went in to Safeway again.
And when I came out… there was Bailey. And there was Jackson! (More pictures, and Dogs of SF’s first video, below the break!)

A challenger appears!
I figured on posting a bonus dog today, because it’s my birthday.
What I didn’t figure on was running into this guy on the way to work this morning. I didn’t even walk, I took the bus, so there was a very limited time for me to run into dogs. But I lucked out, and I just had to rush this guy to press, because he’s super-cute.
I even have some vital stats on him: his name is Bailey, and he’s about 9 weeks old. (Three more pictures after the break.)

Puppies are amazing. They run the full gamut of emotions in thirty seconds, over and over again.
Our first Doberman Pinscher!
I’ve always thought Doberman Pinschers looked kind of intimidating… big, slim, fast, and… pointy. Sharp ears, sharp muzzle. Dangerous. It didn’t help that I was knocked around by a neighbor’s Doberman when I was a kid, although even then I knew that that dog, in particular, wanted nothing more than to lick my face. He had pretty hideous breath.
This guy was a little more restrained. Quite friendly, in fact, in a not-terribly-attentive sort of way. I suspect he had something else to pay attention to.

Obviously an extremely alert dog.
This was one of the pictures that fed my (incorrect, to judge from the responses I got) assumption that Vizslas were a little skittish. You can see he’s not quite sure what to make of me, and he doesn’t look too happy to be forced to find out. Once I spent a couple minutes letting him sniff me, he decided I didn’t seem too threatening and let me pet him, but he was never very comfortable with it.
Could be he was a rescue dog that came from a bad situation, or something like that. Or maybe he just wasn’t having a good day… lord knows I’ve had days where I felt like that.

Doesn't that expression just make you want to hug him and tell him everything's going to be all right?
These two are really pretty, and are obviously good friends. Check out how that Rottweiler is sitting, too. The other guy looks to Autumn like a Collie mix, maybe mixed with lab. With the tougher ones, I just nod and smile; she’s the expert.

Basking in the sunlight on a warm July day.
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!