We’ve seen this pup before: the store dog for the Fresh Blades barber shop.

We’ve seen this pup before: the store dog for the Fresh Blades barber shop.
June is two years old, and she’s a purebred Bernese mountain dog, only LITTLE! She’s only 60 pounds, which is smaller than the average golden retriever. Crazy.
Saint is a tall one: not huge, around 145 pounds, but gangly. He also has an awesome Instagram account, ‘Saint_thegreatdane‘.
Just a pile of pictures, no hovertext or captions today. Saint Romero has an amazing array of facial expressions, doesn’t he?
Maya is an Australian shepherd chow ‘et cetera’ mix, according to my notes. She’s five years old, and she is a star: she is a model on the site ‘freepeople.com‘, modeling an adorable dog bandana.
Someone was really relaxed on Muni.
Remy, like yesterday’s pup, is four months old. Remy, like yesterday’s pup, is ridiculously cute. However, Remy, unlike yesterday’s pup, was moving around so fast that almost none of the pictures I took actually came out.
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!