I have no idea what this little guy is.
I have no idea what this little guy is.
So, I didn’t get a name or an age, but I do recall vividly what breed the owner told me his dog was. This is because I thought, as I was walking away, “Oh god, another of these designer breeds, I can’t believe anyone would name a dog breed a ‘party poodle’.”
It took me another two or three blocks to suddenly realize… no. “Parti”. As in “Particolored”.
Also, black and white parti poodles are reeeeally tough to photograph.
Finally, some pictures of Sally and Jailbreak playing together. These two obviously adored one another, and were having so much fun. The only downside was the fact that Sally has really super-short fur, even shorter than usual for a pit. Normally not a problem unless it’s really cold out, but when she get into really roughhousing with another dog, she doesn’t have as much protection as another dog might, so she ends up a bit scratched up. But she doesn’t mind in the slightest, or even really notice, and it’s really nothing serious (I’ve gotten worse myself while playing with dogs) so no biggie.
Oh, I forgot to mention how Jailbreak got his name. It seems that his owners were at a rescue place, looking to adopt a dog. I think it was a schnauzer-based rescue, because I vaguely recall them mentioning that they were expecting to adopt a giant schnauzer. But apparently Jailbreak decided he liked the look of them, because he broke out of his enclosure and came over to say hello. And the rest is history… and pure schnauzing satisfaction.

Doggie dancing. These two remind me of these two.

She wore him out. They’re around the same age (9 months for Jailbreak, maybe a year for Sally, I think?) but she has some extra store of energy somewhere.
Jailbreak! I first ran into him out in front of the Fairmont Hotel, on my way to work, on a day that Obama was driving by… this day, in fact. I walked up and made appropriate ‘aww cute!’ noises and knelt down, and his mom said, ‘oh, he’s really shy’ and then he walked over and licked my hand and let me pet him. I try not to feel too smug when that happens, since just as many dogs are inexplicably scared or repulsed by me as are inexplicably attracted to me, but I love it nonetheless.
And hey… schnauzers gonna schnauze, right?
Unfortunately, none of the pictures from that first meeting came out. Fortunately, I got to see him again, in the company of Sally.
Through a series of funny coincidences, I found out a while back that Sully is now named Sally, and was adopted and is leading a happy life down in Glen Park, a neighborhood of San Francisco. A couple of weeks ago I was invited to come down and see her and another dog (a gorgeous standard schnauzer named Jailbreak), have a little wine, and take a bunch of pictures. How could I refuse?
A terrible problem occurred after that, though: I have 300 pictures of the two of them, and around 50 of them are adorable and not blurry. It is taking me forever to choose! So I’m going to post some pictures of Sally today, and some of Jailbreak tomorrow, and then some of both of them together on Wednesday. Assuming everything goes as planned, of course.
I’m also going to include a few pictures of Sally that her family sent me. You’ll be able to tell which ones they are, by the fact that they are incredibly perfectly adorable.

Sally was friendly but a little skittish the first time I saw her, but she has absolutely blossomed in her new home.

She had a huge grin on her face almost the entire time I was there. And the exceptions were mostly because when you’re wrestling with another dog it’s hard to grin and achieve a hold at the same time. Sometimes she chose one, sometimes she chose the other. Either way, she was happy.

The house she lives in has a pair of gorgeous back porches connected by a spiral staircase. I’ll try not to exude any more envy than I have to. 🙂

The only two times I saw her looking other than delighted was when her friend Jailbreak and his humans left, and when I and a couple of other people left. She just loves people instantly, and then never wants them to leave again. It’s so adorable.
(Maybe I can get Anne to weigh in on just what these things are, because I have no idea on any of them except I’m pretty sure one of them is some kind of thistle, and the one with the bee butt in it is California poppy.)
Well, I was cat-sitting in Alameda last weekend, and I walked from the ferry to the house and back, because it was a nice walk so why not? A good chunk of the walk was along a fence, some of which had a retired military base on the other side of it, and also some rather nice wildflowers. I’m sure that I could say something profound and philosophical here, but it’s Sunday night and I’m tired and so how about “Oooh pretty flowers!” instead?
Edit:Â Added another picture of the first one, by popular demand.
It’s hard enough to believe in a Catahoua/Dachshund mix, but what’s even more amazing is this: the first time I ran into Cola was over a year ago… and at that point he was already a year old! (None of those pictures came out, unfortunately.) So he’s not actually a puppy, he just looks like one.
I’m working on a big post involving an adorable dog named Sally, but life keeps intervening…