Can’t remember what the cone was for… a hot spot maybe? Didn’t slow her down any, in any case.
This posture plus a long tongue let her get whatever treat she was after.
Took this in the middle of Berkeley. I miss Berkeley. And everywhere else outside of my apartment. Sigh.
I ran into Bumper back three years ago, when he was just five months old. Apparently he has since moved to St Paul, or so says his Instagram page.
Too much cuteness for captions or hovertext. Just enjoy the show.
A gawky adolescent German shepherd. I didn’t manage to stop them for a photo session, so this action shot will have to do.
I did get a lick, so that was good at least.
Saw this pup today, trying so, so hard to say hi to every passer-by.
Look at the tracks… the tracks of his drool.
I went out to do a little shopping this evening, and I ran into a few pups. There was one who was adorable, and one who was noble, and one who really really wanted to say hi. But there was only one who was glorious, and that was Bodhi, the 4 year old German shepherd mix. (Probably with golden retriever, judging from the fluffy tocks!)
A great place to run across dogs: right outside a butcher’s shop/steakhouse.
Caught him halfway through a yawn.
Just glorious.
Autumn sent me this pup. I don’t know what her name is or how old she is but she’s AMAZING.
Someone got shorn, everywhere but the face. Funny effect.
I decided to try something from the Philmore Creamery today: a Cherry Crumble Pie with Gianduia Gelato.
Verdicts:
Pie: 3/5. It’s fine, but the nothing distinguished. The crush isn’t flaky, it’s just sort of there. The oat mixture on top is tasty but not particularly interesting from a texture point of view. The cherries are mostly whole, which makes them awkward and not entirely pleasant to chew on. The filling is a little sweeter than I like but still well within my comfort zone.
Ice cream: 3/5. Also fine. It’s a perfectly good chocolate ice cream, but there’s not a lot of hazelnut flavor that I could detect. And frankly, as a chocoholic, chocolate ice cream has never been in my top ten. However, it’s definitely very creamy and rich.
I was out wandering this afternoon, after picking up my spanky new set of glasses, when I ran into this fine fellow. When I asked what his name was, Boru’s mom said, “His name is Boru,” and then the two of us chorused together, “As in Brian Boru.” She was impressed. I guess not a whole lot of Americans have heard of Brian Boru.
Boru is four years old, and eternally happy, saggy-sadface or not.
San Francisco isn’t really keeping up its street cleaning, in the current ‘total shut-down’ environment. I can understand why, but yech.
Believe it or not, this Taco (6 months old) is not the first Taco that we’ve had on here. Definitely the youngest and shiniest, though.
This shade is called ‘English cream’. Pretty!
This was back in the pre-COVID days, when everyone could swarm around every cute puppy that happened by.
I may have dogsat this pup, but I can’t remember for the life of me it. Maybe I just ran into him at a party.
Someone wants to make it very clear that you are not getting into this bed without paying the dog tax.