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.

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.
Turtle, also known as TurtleyAussie on her Instagram which is INEXPLICABLY PRIVATE HOW CAN THIS BE PERMITTED, was 9 weeks old when I took this picture. So young that she was waiting outside with her mom to get vaccinated for puppy rot and all of those other horrible things. I couldn’t even pet her because I had just finished petting roughly one point two million dogs. And thus I am very sorry about the quality of this picture but hopefully I will run into her again soon and in the mean time how could I possibly NOT post this picture?
I have TOO MANY PUPPIES! So PUPPY WEEK MUST CONTINUE! And on that note, met Millie, the 9 month old Welsh springer spaniel.
Yeah, I thought you wouldn’t object.
PS: Wait no way. Millie is our first Welsh springer spaniel? How did that happen? Ten years plus and I keep running across new breeds!
Because I just had to post another couple of Frankie pictures, since she was such an amazingly sweet and pretty kitty. I swear, half an hour in a room with her and even the most devout of cat-haters would be a convert.