dogblog | twelve

Dogblog

In the space of two weekends, I think I photographed about twelve new dogs. I think that's a record of some sort, though I'm not totally positive.

		Could this little guy get any more satisfied-looking? I hardly think so. He really looks like he's accomplished something neither you nor I know about.

		Note that the big one's not actually tied to anything. Sometimes you just gotta have a buddy to take a nap next to, is all. Speaking of which, look at that little guy with the double-leash action. That's fantastic.

		I know it's tucked underneath him, but doesn't it seriously look like this dude has no right front leg? Doesn't seem to have affected his mood any, though, I'll give him that.

		"Did anybody drop a menu? I've got a menu here. Looks to be from a Chinese place. Maybe Thai. And also, I'm tied to this parking meter with a length of plastic yellow rope. I just thought I'd let you all know that. OK. OK, thanks."

		Look at the way this fella's ears sweep back. Like he's built for speed. Do you think when he runs, he lays down a trail of flame behind him like the DeLorean from Back to the Future? I don't think. I know.

		Heh. Heh heh. Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! EEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!

		These two are just trying to pretend they don't know each other. I think the little guy is just embarrassed because he's only one color all over. Man, it's what's on the inside that counts!

		This was at the farmer's market down on Alemany & Bayshore, and I was so completely overwhelmed with this little dude and his impassive fuzzy face that I totally forgot to ask the guy with the bag what his name was. I'm going to pretend it was Agamemnon.

		This look says he's worried that the "CONSTRUCTION ZONE" is actually him.

		Pulled up one morning on the way to work next to this fella, riding with his surfboard, back of the truck, no worries. He appears unconcerned, for instance, that the dense fog behind him appears to have dissolved the entire world.

		As a rule, I try not to get too close to poodles. I just don't trust 'em; despite the fact that I've met a couple of nice ones, I've also met some damned irritable ones. This guy looks like he's just been rebuffed, though doesn't he? As though the store owner had waved a broom at him threateningly from his doorway? "My word. Well, I never!"

		Sometimes you'll be walking around the Mission on your way somewhere when suddenly you see something so damned fluffy you just can't stand it. This was one of those times. I'd've hugged him if I hadn't heard him barking a loud, forceful bark on my way up the sidewalk. Biscuits, guys, I swear. I'll remember them someday.