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.
Where did this pup get all those ears?
This pup was doing a little fetching in the wet!
I really like this, but I tried it rotated every possible way and it looks upside down in every direction. WTF?
Sebastian is three months old, and already out exploring the streets of San Francisco with his pop! And he LOVES it! He was like ‘oh hi please come over here and pet me now okay?’ and I, not being made of stone, was like ‘okay’.
I was returning from the Surf Day and I stopped by a little tea shop in Pacifica on my way back. And while I was standing next to the Pacific Coast Highway, which admittedly was bumper to bumper at that point, I noticed that someone on the road was a little more permissive with his pup than I think I would be.
Someone (German shepherd, although there might be something else in there as well) was blessed with an overabundance of earage.
