Not having the greatest month even by the rather low standards of COVID-ridden USA, so I decided to post a corgi. And then discovered that somehow all of the names and ages of all the dogs I took pictures of on May 30th were gone, and that none of the pictures had a good enough close-up of any of their tags to get a name. I’M SO TERRIBLE!
Fortunately this pup didn’t care how terrible I was. He wanted to lick my face all the same.
I ran into Duck (1) a few months back, and his dad told me, “Oh, hey, you took some pictures of my last dog back in 2016. And I looked, and sure enough, Gus was there. I’m glad to be continuing the chain!
Layla (1 year old) is a super sweet pupper who wanted to say hi to everyone who wandered through the Ferry Building. And I was l lucky enough to be wandering through at just the right time.
A sad dog of the day post for y’all today: one of the first few dozen pups I ever took pictures of, Olio, passed away last weekend. It’s been over ten years since I met him, and he lived a long and healthy life, nearly 17 years. I offered to post some pictures of Olio for his folks, as a little tribute, and they took me up on it.
No captions or hovertext. I don’t really feel like being clever, let alone a smartass. Just some cute pictures of a happy pup. But I should add that the second pup in the scenic picture is Buzz, Olio’s 7-year-old kid brother, and the picture in the book that Olio is looking at in another image is actually a picture of him. He’s famous!
Goodbye, Olio. You will be missed. But I’m glad I got some smooches from you while you were here.
His name is Rio, and he may or may not dance on the sands. I didn’t get to see. But I do know that he must be mixed with something pretty sizable if this is how big he is at only six months old.
I agreed to help Autumn take care of a cat for a week while she was out of state and the kitty’s owners were getting married and then staying in Yosemite for a week. I showed up the first day and fed the kitty and hung around for 45 minutes trying to get him to warm up to me. No luck whatsoever. And then, as I was just about to gird my loins for another try at it, I heard someone trying to break into the apartment. Someone… with a key.
Turned out that the groom demolished his knee the day after the wedding and they all just came home. So I only got one day of kitty-time. But at least I got a couple of pictures.
I didn’t get this guy’s name but I’m pretty sure he’s a Dogue de Bordeaux, otherwise known as a French massive… er… mastiff.
Edit: as pointed out below, he could also be a bullmastiff.
We’ve had a couple Afghan hounds on here before, but nobody quite like Arctic here. He is a 5-year-old show dog, and has his own Instagram but it is PRIVATE and how much fun is THAT?
Puppy week is over! But that’s okay, you still get to see some pretty adorable dogs. Plus I will still be posting puppies because, even though puppy week lasted TWO AND A HALF WEEKS, I still have a bunch more puppy pictures.
But first, here is Harper. Harper is no longer a puppy, she’s four. But she is still happy to pretend if that will get you to play with her.
I ran into Bandit (9 months, male) while I was cat-sitting. Specifically, I was taking out the trash, and Bandit’s parents were breaking into an apartment in the same building.
I felt like I ought to get involved. So I told them I wouldn’t call the police if I could take some pictures of their dog. This worked out great for all concerned. Including Bandit, who likes petting as much as the next dog.
And yes all of that is literally true. I mean sure it was their apartment they were breaking into, but so what? I got dog pictures and Bandit got petting and that’s all that really matters. Oh and I guess they got back into their own apartment which might matter to them. And to Bandit, since he got to have lunch.
