I choose to believe that in Rocket’s (4-year-old) case, ‘rescue dog’ means that she roams the streets, making sure that everyone is all right and helping those in need.
I am around half unpacked. I have SO MANY GREAT DOGS TO POST, but I am holding off on setting up all my computer stuff because I know once I do my unpacking will slow drastically. So I am going to keep unpacking until I can see MOST of the floor of my apartment.
Assuming I maintain far more self-control than I usually do, anyway.
Rocket, aka ‘the dog with all the ears’, is among the more friendly Taiwanese street dogs I’ve ever met.
My notes say Baci is eight. He looks eight MONTHS old!
I forgot that I spent almost two months packing my stuff, and figured it would only take a couple days to unpack. Yeah, uh, about that. I’ve now been at it for a week, only two of those days taken up by work, and I’m … not even close to done. Although I am putting stuff away in a much more organized way than it was before. We’ll see how long that lasts.
I do, at least, have a bed. It’s not my main bed, which I’m still missing a couple pieces of hardware for. Those pieces are weird enough that I think I’m going to have some serious issues replacing them, too. We’ll see. But at least I have my bunk bed put together. Now if only I had anything I could use to climb INTO the bunk bed. (Because the bottom bunk is actually a desk, and although the top bunk is comfy once you get into it, I am no longer twelve, twenty-four, or even forty-eight.)
It’s actually pretty amazing how much the popularity of Berners has climbed in the last twenty years or so.It’s not hard to see why, but still… hundred-plus-pound dogs are a commitment!
I’m still not dead! Though unpacking my apartment is going veeeeerrrryyy slooooooowly. Still, that’s no excuse for depriving you folks of cute pups, and I ran across a new breed just yesterday: the Phu Quoc, or Vietnamese Ridgeback. I didn’t even know there were other kinds of ridgebacks besides the Rhodesian, but apparently there is one more (Korean) that I have yet to meet. Neat!
By the way, I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia entry on the Phu Quoc ridgeback because it has a really neat story down near the bottom.
Maia is 3, and apparently wore out her paw pad. My feet are giving me grief, so I can definitely relate.
I even sort of have a place to live. But I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor and the entire place is covered in a quarter inch of dust and the contractors have screwed up the wall paint so badly that it would actually be hilarious if I didn’t have to live here.
I’ll have more dogs for you soon, I promise. I may even see if I can post a cat or two tomorrow, just to keep my hand in.
Had to pick a dog I ran into today to be my New Year’s Dog, so here’s Apollo, one of the first SF pups I found since I got back from Indiana. He’s four, and quite large for an Aussie, and so damn gorgeous!
Don’t let his demure look fool you.Find someone who looks at you the way Apollo looks at his dad.See? Not demure AT ALL.
I just had to post another picture of Molly. This one was taken by Autumn. Molly was being a goof in front of me and demanding attention, so I scooped her up and rubbed her belly. She seemed confused, but not enough that she wanted down.
Molly has very very short legs (probably due to the same genetic variant that makes corgies so stubby) but is… rather chunky. She does not fit in laps even as well as an average golden retriever. Not that any golden retriever is average, of course.
You can tell I was vigorously rubbing her belly, because my hand is blurry!
I thought they were saying ‘Sirius’ (like ‘the dog star’) but they were actually saying Cyrus. Either way, he’s an adorable 15-week-old Samoyed with a great attitude.
He is so LITTLE! The size of a scruffy little terrier, only a thousand times as soft.A very friendly range of expressions.He also has a surprisingly loud voice.
Jojo is a little pupper but I think he’s all grown up. Not sure though, since I was a bad journalist and was too busy petting Jojo to get his age.
Took this right outside the Macy’s SPCA display last week. Unfortunately none of the puppy pictures of the display came out (reflections are terrible!) but some of the kitten ones did…
It’s a three dog night here in Indiana. No, not cold: it was ten degrees warmer in Northern Indiana today than it was in San Francisco. Go figure. I just got to spend Christmas Day with three awesome dogs (and some pretty neat people too.)
Connor. He was kind of a bit of a nut last time I was here but now he’s calmer and lots of fun.After like seven years of the vet saying Begley would calm now within the next year, he’s finally calmed down! Mostly.This is Molly. I’ve posted Begley and Connor before, but she’s a new addition to the household this year. She is ridiculously sweet.
