I didn’t get this pup’s name but he’s one of the cuter doggie bags I’ve seen lately.

Honey is 8, and is just as sweet as her name.

These two are cute enough to make a man give up pork… although, to be fair, I haven’t eaten much pork in years, so it’s not a big lift for me.
I ran across them on a farm in the Santa Cruz mountains. Amazingly, though, they aren’t the first pigs we’re run across on this site, though these are the first that didn’t have pink painted toenails!

Bentley is 4, but he doesn’t just look like a puppy: he also has puppy-soft fur!


Living in San Francisco is funny sometimes. I wandered off in the direction of work this morning, only to find that there were a hundred or so police lining part of my route. I paused to see what all the fuss was about, and watched Biden drive by in the giant bulletproof presidential limo. All less than half a mile from my apartment.
Rumpleminze (3 months) was almost certainly not impressed if he happened to be around at the time, although if he was, he almost certainly did try to play with any police, onlookers, and/or presidents who happened upon him.
Be Rumpleminze.


I don’t think we’ve ever had two features of the same dog in this short a time before! But, just a couple of days after I posted a picture of an anonymous little cute fuffy dog in a window, I found him out in front of his place relaxing with his family, so I had to stop by and get the deets! Turns out his name is Marley, he’s around 12, and he’s not a maltie-poo: his mom was a Jack Russell Chihuahua mix and nobody knows about his dad. But I’m going to guess he was probably a Maltese.

Maltie-poo maybe? I dunno. All I know is that I run across him in a window near home every once in a while, and that I should be emulating him, because although I was feeling much better this morning, I am feeling less better now. Blah. Colds suck.
