I saw Nemo’s dad come out of my local grocery store, where Nemo was tied up outside. Dad untied him and then started rooting around in his grocery bag, and I was expecting the dog treats to come out, but nope! It turns out that Nemo is very proud of his ability to help dad bring home the groceries.
I just ran into Num (5-ish) today, when she and her friend were wandering around Pacific Heights. It turns out the woman with Num was just cat-sitting for a while. Num is used to going out for walks every day, and has been since she was a kitten, so she took her out to Lafayette Park for some playtime.
Num has another awesome story associated with her, too, though. It seems that her mom was traveling in Bhutan five years ago. She was indoors in the evening, and heard some commotion outside. She opened the door, and a kitten streaked inside. Mom shut the door just in time to keep the wild dogs who were after her from getting in. And they’ve been partners ever since.
No idea what Ryker is named after. I should have asked. But I do know that he’s sixteen whole years old! He is a little bit stiff — and boy, do I know that feeling, given my shoulder bursitis — but he still gets around okay. (Also seems to have better eyesight than I do. Bah.)
His dad told me he was a ‘black and tan’ and I may have been a little hasty in filling in ‘coonhound’, but that’s what it says in my notes. Looking at him, though, he looks a lot closer to a Black And Tan Virginia foxhound, one who originally had no white in his coat but who has, like me, lightened up a bit with age. I don’t know for sure, but that’s what I’m going to go with. And if he is a Black and Tan Virginia foxhound, he’s the first we’ve had on this blog, ever! Go, Ryker, go!
Rosie looks pretty grown-up, but looks can be deceiving: she’s actually only six months old!
Max is supposedly a husky/Lab mix, but I don’t see a whole lot of lab in those ears! I would have said husky/white shepherd, or even a white shepherd with unusual eye coloration. I gotta say, though, his expression does look very… husky.
Piper is 11 today, and I thought it was worth modifying my schedule a bit to accommodate some birthday wishes for her. Especially since she did everything she could to make me feel welcome when I met her. Seems only fair!
Boston, 3, was a bit shy around me, if I recall correctly.
Someone knows how to relax.
Klezmer is his real name, and he’s ten years old and a huge sweetie. But there are apparently a lot of people who don’t know what ‘Klezmer’ means, so his mom had to give him a nickname that people could understand.
Henry (6 months old) is a little cutie, huh?
