Ran into an old friend today. I was pretty sure I recognized him, even after two years. He’s quite distinctive.
I’ll post more pictures of him some other time. Doing this one from my phone, from bed. Long day!
Ran into an old friend today. I was pretty sure I recognized him, even after two years. He’s quite distinctive.
I’ll post more pictures of him some other time. Doing this one from my phone, from bed. Long day!
A few weeks ago, I was walking past the laundromat that is the occasional home of Cody, AKA laundrypuppy, when I discovered that Cody had a friend! I didn’t get her name, but apparently she shows up there occasionally because Autumn said she’d seen her there before.

I suspect Cody might have spent the day trying to keep up with a husky. Which strikes me as pretty tough.
So looking through my pictures, I find that I have pictures of two unknown mix puppies that were taken on the same day, but notes for only one. So only one of them can be Jo… is it this one? Or the last one? You be the judge!

Look at those ears. Will the tips stand up fully when she grows up? And will she be able to actually fly, or just sort of glide a bit?

The expression I like to call the ‘Whatchootalkinbout Willis,’ or just the ‘Willis’ for short. Those of you who know what that means are probably too old, just like me.
I was interviewed for ‘This Dog’s Life‘. Go read it! Live it! Be one with it!
Edit: Permanent direct link, because I’m sure I’ll fall off the front page soon enough.
Caught these two headed home after a big day at the surf dog championships. Although I’ve got to be honest: I’m not sure the pup didn’t like the car ride more than the spectacle.
Two surf dogs, just after the surfing finished.
Okay, so actually Jo is an unknown mix. But 1) she is clearly great, 2) it doesn’t get much ‘wester’ than San Francisco, 3) she is very clearly an excellent dancer, and 4) I think there’s a good chance she has some Cocker spaniel and some poodle in her, so what better thing to call her than a ‘Cockadoodle’?
Oh, and in these pictures she was 4 months old.
Anyone want to give me a guess what this is? Or, rather, this is probably a piling of some kind, but… what ate it? And if there are things out there that do this to pilings, why are there any pilings left?
I keep posting grey tigers. Are there that many of them out there, or do I just unconsciously lean towards them?
Of course, it wasn’t only human beings and surfer-dogs on the beach at the championships. There were plenty of canine spectators as well.