Going through old photos that I hadn’t yet posted and found this gem. The reason I hadn’t posted it was because I got over a hundred pictures of Mikasa, most of which were in burst mode, and there were only three that weren’t too blurry to post, and they were buried in bursts. Mikasa was hyper as all get-out! Not too surprising since she was 5 months old.
She has the pose I like to think of as ‘POWER PUPPY’ down pat.
Eeeeeebeeeee! What a great name.
I don’t have an age written down, but I think she has to be a puppy.
God, this is a toughie! I’m guessing she’s a puppy, and she really looks like a Pharaoh or Ibizan hound mix but that seems pretty unlikely. Maybe a greyhound or whippet mix?
It’s so much harder to grill people on their dogs when everyone’s wearing masks.
Most of the Lokis I’ve seen are either huskies or corgis, both breeds well known for their… well-developed senses of humor. This pup definitely has some of that. I was eating at an outdoor table at a little restaurant in San Francisco, and he kept coming over to check to see if there was anything new that I’d dropped for him to browse on. And the kid who was there with him, rather younger than Loki, kept having to come over to collect him. Loki seemed quite game to keep it up all day.
He has a very knowing expression, doesn’t he?
No idea what kind of hound, but it must be a big one, since she is only about 8 months old in this picture.
She’s got a built-in smile.
Another Milwaukee Irish Fest dog for you today. Someone’s loving all the attention!
I miss Milwaukee Irish Fest. Couldn’t go last year, I was interviewing for two jobs that week. And this year wasn’t… exactly festive.
Got this a couple of years back at Milwaukee Irish Festival. No idea why I didn’t use it then, but I sure like it enough to use it now.
He looks like a bloodhound puppy, doesn’t he? I can only assume that he’ll grow into the ears. And face.
Samoyeds always seem to be cheerful and dignified, don’t they?
Pretty sure Autumn took these pictures.
Those ears. Finely-tuned instruments of fluffy cuteitude.
I remember Marley. I took some pictures of him a couple years ago, when he was four months old, and he was murder to get non-blurry. This is as close as I came.
Look at the leash. I wonder how many of them he went through in his first year?
This is the other kitten that Autumn was looking after, the one I mentioned last week. Since I’m so low on cat pictures, I’ll hang onto the ones I have of the two of them together for next week. Suffice it to say, though, that if they are cute alone, they are cute squared together.
Looks like she caught her prey, and is celebrating with a victory stretch.