When I found out that today was Nymeria’s 8th birthday, I told her owner that I’d definitely have to post some pictures today in honor of her ridiculous floofiness and amazing gorgiousity! Isn’t she pretty?



When I found out that today was Nymeria’s 8th birthday, I told her owner that I’d definitely have to post some pictures today in honor of her ridiculous floofiness and amazing gorgiousity! Isn’t she pretty?
Seriously, I didn’t even know bernadoodles came in platinum blond! Apparently, though, they do, at least as of 7 months ago, when Daisy was born.
Scout is four months old, and full of energy and a great desire to lick anyone or anything that gets in his way. Or gets anywhere near his way. Or doesn’t but looks like it might be thinking about getting near his way at some indefinable future date.
Bob is a six-month-old cockapoo, that most unfortunate of dog breed names, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And of course he doesn’t, because who would care about their breed name when they have such an awesome personal name as BOBBO THE DOGGO! (And no, he is not this Bobbo the Doggo, who is three years older and from Manchester, England.)
I was out for a walk this morning and, mirabile dictu, I ran into four puppies in a row, all between 5 and 7 months in age. I am taking this as a sign and am announcing this and next week as PUPPY WEEKS!
Today, meet Levi, who I ran into a month ago. He is two months old and he will lick you.
Fica (a boy, a nickname for ‘Phillip’) is a visitor from overseas. He’s quite adventurous, for a kitty, and seems to be carefully keeping track of everything going on outside his little chauffeured vehicle.