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?
Emma is fifteen. That means that if I’d posted her on the first day that this blog was around, she would have still been three years old. Despite that, she is getting along rather better than this blog is. She can still see, she can still hear, and she can still take long walks and run and play.
Brom is five months old and a little rascal.
Oh no! Eddie’s dad recognized me and told me I’d taken pictures of him before, years ago, and even posted them, but I must not have gotten his name because I can’t find him! The perils of a web site with TENS OF THOUSANDS OF DOGS on it.
Anyway, Eddie is now 17, and no longer as sprightly as he once was, but he’s still just as interested in going out and socializing. So sometimes he walks, and sometimes he hitches a ride.
Patten is, and has been a while, the store kitty for Optical Works, near my house. He’s a pretty good greeter… most of the time.