Meet Loki, a 15-year-old pup! I dunno, I didn’t see him as a Loki. More of an Odin.
He kept me company while I was having dinner at an outdoor cafe a couple months ago.
Despite his age, he seemed to be doing pretty well. No real trouble standing up and sitting down again, for example.
Our last puppy of the run: Rae is an 8-month-old goldendoodle who wants to lick your nose!
Another pup who is next to impossible to get a non-blurry shot of.
It is ALWAYS face-licking time with Rae. Even when said face is covered by a mask.
Well, things are calming down, and as far as I can tell nobody has been set on fire by either side of our great national divide, so I’m going to call that a plus. I think our puppy emergency is officially over… but I ran into a couple of puppies over the weekend and I can’t resist so I will be posting them anyway. This one is named Ollie, and he is a soft happy adorable Australian shepherd of four months… and he is HUGE for his age.
Also: all of the pictures except the first two were submitted by Ollie’s folks, and are published as-is with no captions or hovertext. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! (Especially the last one. THAT PUPPYBELLY!)
It was next to impossible to get good pictures of him. It was little dim outside, and he was a complete blur.
That floof is just as soft as it looks.
Well, we’re still in need-a-puppyland, so here: have a previously-unpublished picture of the already-posted Skippy, at 10 weeks of age. RIDICULOUS!
I wish we could check up on Skippy, but his instagram seems to have been taken down. BOOOO!
My pledge to you is that I will keep sending puppies for as long as we so desperately and obviously need puppies. So here is Buster. Buster is a 13-week-old Maltese puppy, named after Buster Keaton. (If you don’t know who that is, go and find out and immediately watch him! He was amazing.)
Buster’s dad drove down to L. A. and back to pick him up last week.
I don’t blame you, pup: that’d be a tiring drive for me, too.
We need another puppy, so here’s Bently (13 weeks, boy). We’ve had several Bentleys on here before, including one rather older and less furry than most of our stars, but this is the first Bently.
Bently was looking a lot like I think most of us are feeling right now.
I think we all need some puppies to get us through the day. So meet Denali (the German shepherd/husky/doberman mix), Bixby (the female tricolor Aussie) and Finn (the male merle Aussie). Finn weighs almost twice as much as Bixby, but they’re brother and sister, from the same litter, both aged 17 weeks. Finn is gonna be huuuuuge!
Also Bixby and Finn both have instagrams, at Bixbytheminiaussie and wigglebuttadventures (!) respectively. You should visit them. They are full of an incredible amount of cuteness. Denali is no relation to either of them, they are just instant friends.
No captions and no hovertext for today’s adventure. Too much cuteness, sass, and attitude for me to capture with mere words. (Although check out the first three. Amazing how thoroughly Bixby is able to tangle herself up in her own leash. That takes talent!)
We’ve seen Connor here before. He one of Autumn’s family dogs. He’s “Irish” because he’s half Irish setter, he’s “doodle” because he’s half poodle, and he’s cheez because he’s all cheese.
Connor is a somewhat bitey sort of gentleman, too. Or at least nippy. But he means well. We think.
Ziggy is well-named: he zigs and zags with great energy and enthusiasm. He is also only eight months old, so he is going to be big for a mini-Aussie!
No captions and no hovertext, because I am just not feeling it tonight. But I did edit out his leash for you. And let me just say that I love that little head-tilt…
I got this pup’s name, but the note for that day somehow just vanished from my phone even as I watched. So weird.
Anyway, I do remember that he’s some kind of scruffy-terrier/pit bull terrier mix.
I also recall that he was very, very dubious about me.
Bark bark bark! Sheesh. I must be losing my touch from all this dog-isolation.