Pride, and the dog that got away.

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

Happy LGBTQIA Pride, from the heart of the San Francisco festivities. I went to my house for the Dyke March. People came over, and dogs came over.

Dolores Pride

The scene at the park.

Stoop dogs

The scene on the stoop. Bruno was there.

It was a bit much for me. However, a nice boy named Takeo gave me a lot of love until the other mother arrived.

Takeo n Murphy

Why would anyone pet a dog who isn’t me?

The other mother walked me home among the throngs of vomiting revelers. In the midst of the crowd, on the corner of Church & 18th, I walked straight into it: the most beautiful bacon wrapped hot dog that I have ever seen, just laying there on the sidewalk, as if waiting for me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I seized the succulent dog in my teeth and proceeded to try and eat the whole thing on the spot. I got about a third of it chewed off, but it was such a big mouthful that it kept getting in the way of my windpipe. Gobble, cough, hack, repeat. The other mother had the gall to pull me away from my luscious greasy prize. She said I had had enough. The nerve of some people.

Beautiful bacon dog

It looked just like this! Without the toothpick.

Today, I went for 2 walks, had a bath, begged shamelessly for chicken, and finally got to lick the pan!

 All mine!

The other mother made do with gintonics.

First of the evening: Gin Mare and FT Light tonic, with a squeeze of orange.

Mare n FT light

It’s other mother approved.

Second: Walter Collective and FT Bitter Lemon.

Walter Bitter Lemon

An excellent combination.



Chewies and treats from Spain

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

Well, hello, dog fans. I am still here. It got pretty hot there for a while. It didn’t change my routine much. Sleep, wake, go out for a pee, writhe in the bed, eat, sleep again, follow the other mother everywhere she goes, stealth farting, go out for a walk, rest, eat, crazy dog time, nap, go out for a pee, sleep. Occasionally there is a bath thrown in.

Where do you think you’re going?

Yesterday I got a chewy and stayed in my cage for a couple of hours, whilst the other mother and family went out to do errands. I do like my cage, it is restful and smells of chewies past and present.

Treats, mosquito repellent, and fine airline swag.

We got a box of Spanish treats! I approve heartily of the chicken flavored dog treats.

Thanks, family, I miss you all. These people mean well but they are just not the same.  I do enjoy their yard, though.


In search of some good stink.

Coexisting with cats.

Canine ruminations

It is exhausting living in the same house with cats. They are so weird. One moment they are hissing, the next they try to sit next to me. The gray one and I will occasionally hang out close to each other. The tan one avoids me like the plague. The best thing about the cats are the morsels of food they leave behind in their bowls.


I think it wants to play. So weird.


I leave my mark.

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

I’ve been itchy.  I have been given baths but I am still itchy.  Perhaps it’s that shedding time of year?

My hair shows up nicely against the teal sheets!

I remain adorable.  You must admit.

Cozy is as cozy does.

In other news, the other mother and the stoop father broke into the gintonics!


It is gray and overcast today.  I plan on staying as bundled up as possible on my blankie.

Dot on couch

My security blanket!

Another day, another walk.

Canine ruminations

Yesterday was Liam’s birthday. We walked down to my house to get an ice cream cake for him. Here I am with Owen in the living room.

Why do you keep taking pictures of us?

All is well, and the house has been cleaned! Only a few pieces of stray mail, and Doug assures us that the garbage cans are taken care of. Dora left a little note, for you Spanish speakers out there.

The house smells bleachy fresh!

I enjoy the walks home, always. I found a little sun in which to bask.

I am alert as ever. Nothing gets past me.

Back at the other home, and cozy in bed next to the other mother, a.k.a. my large squishy heating pad.

Well excuse you. Please put the blanket back down.

My house is full of science experiments.

Canine ruminations

It has been relatively uneventful here. I sleep in the other mother’s bed. I get up.  I go to the yard, scratch in the grass, bark at the neighbor dogs, do my business.  I eat breakfast.  If given the chance, I go back to sleep again!  That’s the best.  Otherwise, I sit next to whosoever on the couch to absorb their warmth.

At least once a day, I go for a walk with someone.  Yesterday, the other mother took me out.  We walked down 19th Street, and I was all ready to go visit my stoop-father Plev! I ran up his stairs as we passed.  But that was not our destination.

Stoop-father, where are you?


I am the queen of this stoop.

Ah home sweet home! It was delightful to return.  There were no people, though, just science experiments left behind in the different rooms.

Something’s growing in there.

This looks like vinegar and fly soup.

I would probably drink the water, given the chance.

I was a bit sad after investigating the house and finding none of my family.  At least my resting spot provided some comfort.

I would prefer some sun here.

A Terrible Injury.

Canine ruminations, wallowing in misery

Yesterday was a nice enough day.  Food, walks, cuddles, and a trip to Dolores Park with the boys.  Then tragedy struck.  I tore my dewclaw.  Ouch!!  I began to limp.  The boys carried me home.  I bled a little on Liam’s jacket.  They set me up on the couch like a queen, with a towel and a drink of water.  I licked my injury and basked in the attention of the onlookers.  Then I went to bed.

Apparently this injury is very common.  And painful.

Apparently this injury is very common. And painful.

This morning, my paw felt much better, although I still licked it a lot.  Then the other mother put the harness and leash on me.  A walk? Really?  No, it was worse than that.  The car.  I peed a little bit in fright.  Into the car I went.  And then it got even worse.  We went to the vet.  They put me to sleep and when I woke up, I had a big purple bandage on my foot.  plus I felt alll spaced out and weird.  The other mother picked me up and I whimpered my disapproval all the way home.

Why, oh why, did you take me to the vet? I was feeling better! I don't care that my claw was dangling!

Why, oh why, did you take me to the vet? I was feeling better! I don’t care that my claw was dangling!

Now I am on the bed with my blanket trying to forget these horrors.

I am still sleepy from the sedation.  Can you tell?

I am still sleepy from the sedation. Can you tell?

Getting comfy again.

Getting comfy again.

I want my family to come home and take me away from all this madness!!

Que dramatica, edicion perra

Canine ruminations

In this installment of Que Dramatica, we hop continents and focus on our furry friend Dottie. The most dramatic dog in all of California lets it be known that her breakfast is not to her liking. Perhaps she will enjoy it better if the other mother feeds it to her by the spoonful.

I can't even bear to look at you right now.

I can’t even bear to look at you right now.

The offending meal. I wish I was kidding about the spoon feeding.

The offending meal. I wish I was kidding about the spoon feeding.

Not my birthday.

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

Yesterday was the other father’s birthday.  It was not my birthday.  This became obvious when the other mother started filling the tub and then cornered me for a bath.  I was so dismayed that I ran away from her into Liam’s room and peed on the rug when she picked me up.

(Insert Big Lebowski joke here)

I am not having fun.

I am not having fun.

After the bath, I was very excited!  I ran around and had crazy dog time.  Here I am with a wild look in my eye.

Crazy dog time!

Crazy dog time!

The scene of the pee. The rug really ties the room together.

The scene of the pee. The rug really ties the room together.

Then we went for an outing.  This involved getting on to public transportation, namely the F Market line, for a ride downtown to the Ferry Plaza.  It was all the birthday boy’s idea.  I put up with the inconvenience with stoicism.

The wind made me shiver. The other mother wrapped me in her coat.

The wind made me shiver. The other mother wrapped me in her coat.

Later, the humans went out for Chinese food, while I rested in my crate with a chewy.  I ate the chewy in its entirety upon their return.  Better than birthday cake!

A big pile of toxicity.  Not for me.

A big pile of toxicity. Not for me.