The Panhandle is a little strip of green space in San Francisco that’s around three quarters of a mile long by about… 260 feet wide. There’s almost no shrubbery, and not even all that many trees. Apparently there are also some coyotes.
Oh well, at least they keep fit!
Man, I’m not sure Toby’s family knows quite how lucky they have it. Toby is 13 years old, but when I saw him I assumed he was 2 or 3, based on the way he moved. He’s got that ‘just a half a step away from flying’ bounce that I associate with dogs that don’t know they aren’t still puppies, and if his health is good enough that he still thinks he’s a puppy at age 13, then all I can do is be green with envy.
Logan (6 months) looks a bit like he was built from spare parts, doesn’t he? Lucky for him, that’s the kind of dog I like best! (At least, until I see another kind of dog. Okay, I’m fickle, I admit it.
When I first saw Starfire (2) I figured she was a white shepherd, but apparently she’s a husky mix instead.
I dunno, I’m pretty intimidated, how about you?
I had a rare daytime sighting of laundrypuppy a couple weeks ago. Apparently he and his dad are none the worse for wear after their harrowing experience of late last year. Thank goodness!
I found this pup outside of a restaurant a while back. He is very sweet, and a very, very good boy.
These two are siblings — adopted, of course — and the best of friends.
Happy New Year’s! I hope this one works out better for the world than the last couple did.
This is a kitty cutie owned by a friend of Autumn’s. Check out that coloration! Never seen anything like it before.
Happy New Ears Eve! Nobody knows quite what Marcello is, aside from giantly floofy and adorable. I’m guessing golden retriever, but I’m really not sure what else. Husky, maybe?
