Edward is sixteen years old! And he walks just fine, thanks, he just gets ‘bagged’ when he’s inside stores or going for very long walks.


I spotted Valerie (4) last month, and she was doing a bit of limping. I had to get closer to her to find out that it was because she was a CYBORG: as you can see, she has a bionic leg! I was a little surprised to hear that she had been born with ‘three and a half legs’ since she was limping so badly, and I felt sad for her, until I found out that it was a very new prosthetic and she was still getting used to it. Apparently she can run and jump and such just fine once she’s accustomed. Hopefully I run into her again in a park or something where I can watch her play!


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!
