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.
Ran into this pup the other day. Never seen a greyhound who was this spotty before!
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.
I was at a farmer’s market today, and I saw a big sign that said ‘KITTEN: FREE TO A GOOD HOME’. Alas, I do not have a good home, clearly, since no home where you’re not allowed to have a kitten is a good home. But I do have a camera.
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.
Looks like while I was in Santa Cruz I picked up… something. Something nasty that skipped my head and went straight to my lungs and god I feel crappy. Insomnia means that I’m easy prey for all the viruses and bacteria out there. Need to see if I can get around 30 hours of sleep over the next three days to kick this thing.
I absolutely adore this. Mom, dad, and Zuko (1) just seem like such a happy family.
Man, did I have a weekend. Lots of music, lots of neat people, and… 14 hours of driving. To get back and forth from San Francisco to Santa Cruz, and around a bit in the Santa Cruz area. This is not a number that a person should have to drive in one weekend, let alone when that drive is a total of about 80 miles one way.
Skye is 2, and she’s little! She’s only about the size of a decent-sized golden retriever. Plus she’s got that one blue eye, which makes me think that maaaaybe there’s a little outside blood here. Although dad did say that Skye was the runt of the litter, so maybe that was all it was.
