Such cute dogs. But I always feel sorry for them. Seems to me that half the fun of being a dog is having a tail.
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I always wondered whether all that fluff wasn't a little uncomfortable on a warm day. But this guy's not even panting.
I think it’s time for another lab puppy. We found this guy right in our neighborhood. He’s in training to be a seeing eye dog, although at the time we saw him, most of his training thus far had consisted of food and belly rubs.
The green on his ear is the side effect of a tattoo that all seeing eye dog trainees get, so that they can be tracked. It apparently washes out of the fur after not too long.
Two more super-adorable pics after the break.
He was at the teething stage, and his mom was running a bit low on things to let him chew on.
This guy must have just been swimming down near the Hyde Street Pier and Ghirardelli Square: I found him on Polk Street in Russian Hill and he smelled like salt water. (And wet dog.) And that’s the closest accessible salt water to Russian Hill.
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Is it just me, or does he look worried about something?
Not quite a puppy, not quite a full-grown doglet. One thing this guy definitely is is super-cute. And if Autumn and I say that about a pug, you know it’s got to be something special, because by and large we think pugs are kind of… well… derpy.
Another puglet piclet, after the breaklet.
The tails are so ridiculous. Not shown in this picture: Autumn uncurling the tail and then letting it curl up again. Repeatedly.
What an adorable dog! Zoë is a dorgi: a dachshund/corgi mix with a very sweet temperament and an inquisitive nature. Autumn took these pictures; sadly, I never got to meet Zoë.
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A dog that sees every passer-by as a possible source of treats and/or cuddles.
We’re not sure what this guy was, since it’s been a while since we took the pictures, and none of them were much clearer than this one. But I think this one’s awesome anyway. It helps to know that this guy was galloping through the water and up onto the sand, chasing the globs of sea-foam that the wind was whipping right up the beach all the way to the dunes. He was having the time of his life.
Ah, there's nothing quite like the smell of wet dog in the morning.
Today we have a venerable pup: a 13-year-old Akita. (Akita life expectancy is generally considered to be 10 to 12 years.) She seemed like she was moving a little slower than she used to, but she was still alert, happy, and had a fair bit of stamina… when I saw her, she was on her way back from at least a mile walk along the beach, and she still had plenty of pep left. Also plenty of curiosity: she spent a fair bit of time investigating me.
She was a lovely girl, and obviously well-loved. I hope to see her out on Ocean Beach many more times to come.
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Look at that happy face. Kieko is such a sweetie.
One blue eye, one brown. And such a sweetheart, she didn’t want to let me leave. Sadly, the close-up dog-nose picture didn’t come out very well. It was of her saying ‘what’re you doing playing with that thing, come here and play with ME!’
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Look at that happy expression. This gal gets lots of love.
Atticus is the dog of a coworker of mine. Such an adorable dog… he loves everybody, and everybody loves him. And he’s sharp as a tack, but he’s also just a bit willful: the first time I saw him, he was all excited, and he decided he didn’t feel like sitting. He’d do any other trick, but he didn’t sit until someone took out a dog treat. And then, as you can see below, he was delighted to sit, for just as long as the treat was on offer.
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He's obviously well-trained, and I bet when he isn't meeting twenty new people he is very obedient.
They don’t get a lot more ridiculous than this. It actually took me about 30 or 40 seconds to realize it was actually a dog, and that’s after I had seen several of these online. (And one Puli puppy, but they look rather different.)
I asked what kind it was, and the owner said it was a ‘Hungarian Sheep Dog’, so I thought maybe this was something different. According to wikipedia, though, that’s just another term for Puli, so whatever.
Still ridiculous.
