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.

 

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.

It Takes a Village to Care For a Dog.

Cute dog pictures

My first day with the other family was spent by the side of the other mother. I had a good appetite, and ate all my breakfast and dinner. Lots of teenagers came over. Everyone pitched in to take care of me. Clay and Liam took me for a walk. And Kaela gave me a bath! She noticed that I was itchy. I nibbled all day on last night’s chewy.

 

Hey, she offered a bath, I accepted. I am less itchy now.


I was restless early this morning, and had to rouse the other mother not once, but twice for trips out to the garden.  Today I am home with Liam and Owen and the cats.

I’m keeping my distance from that thing!

 

This is my comfy spot.

Dottie does Pride.

Uncategorized

Today I awoke wanting to tussle.  The other mother obliged me, even though it was 6:45 am on a Saturday.

Arise! Greet the day. And my teeth.

Arise! Greet the day. And my teeth.

We had a mellow morning, then walked down to my house to prepare for the Dyke March.  The other mother got a coffee at Faye’s, and I was given a dog treat that I declined to eat.  I have refined tastes, and milk bone treats will not do.  The other father swept the steps and opened up the stoop.

A grand day for stoop sitting.

A grand day for stoop sitting.

The crowds steadily grew as the day went on.  I kept watch from the window.

What are all those people doing out there?

What are all those people doing out there?

I laid in the sun in front of my stoop to bask in the warmth.  Many people complimented my cuteness.

Ah, warm pavement!

Ah, warm pavement!

I was happy to be in my house with a bunch of people.  I miss my family! The Dyke March branched out in front of our house. Most people walked down Dolores,  but here are the rebels who insisted on the traditional route down 18th St.

They march where they  want. New route be damned.

They march where they want. New route be damned.

I avoided the madness of Dolores Park, but here are a few pictures of the scene around 5:30 pm. Apparently there was oiled lesbian wrestling at some point.

Happy throngs. Lots of booze, pot smoke and sunburn.

Happy throngs. Lots of booze, pot smoke and sunburn.

Nighttime at the new Dolores Park

Cute dog pictures

This evening, I went for a walk with the other mother and other father to the newly reopened northern half of Dolores Park.  I enjoyed sniffing and nibbling the new grass.

I would prefer visiting when the sun is out to warm my delicate bones.

I would prefer visiting when the sun is out to warm my delicate bones.

The humans gathered in cages playing games with balls.  Here are some people playing what appears to be a polo game on bicycles.

Humans in cages!

Humans in cages!

Here are others batting tennis balls around.  This activity would be just up my alley, if the balls were squeaky.

More humans in cages!

More humans in cages!

Here I am on a pristine stretch of beautiful new grass.  It will never be this nice again!

The night is dark and full of hipsters.

The night is dark and full of hipsters.

And here is the corner of 18th and Dolores, which is now one big bench which will serve as the quintessential hipster meeting spot from here on.

The neighborhood is going to the dogs.

The neighborhood is going to the dogs.

European treats!

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

Monday started off cloudy and unpromising.  We did what we do every Monday, went out for breakfast at Squat and Gobble.  The other mother made me wear my fleece jacket.  I hate wearing it, but it definitely cuts back on my shivering in the cold wind.

I got a little nibble of lox. No yummy cream cheese, darn it!

I got a little nibble of lox. No yummy cream cheese, darn it!

When we got home, what did we receive?  A box of treats from Europe!  I especially loved the Italian jerky sticks for dogs.

Loot crate from Turkey & Italy!

Loot crate from Turkey & Italy!

I ate the jerky stick in 5 seconds. Yum.

I ate the jerky stick in 5 seconds. Yum.

I miss my family.  They are loud and smelly and numerous and they have a delightful lack of cats with which to compete for affection. The other mother has become very stingy with the treats and table scraps.  I nevertheless adore her and follow her around constantly, like her witchcraft familiar.  My favorite place is wherever she is.

I wish she would stop dressing me up, though.

I wish she would stop dressing me up, though.

Another visit home.

Canine ruminations, Cute dog pictures

We visit my empty house a lot.  Here we are hanging out watching TV.

We tested the Tivo. It works fine.

We tested the Tivo. It works fine.

Here I am adding some fur to Joe and Patty’s bed.

It was too clean! It needed my scent.

It was too clean! It needed my scent.

And to add insult to injury, the other mother made me wear a raincoat.  What torture will she devise for me next?

There are no words to express the depths of my dismay.

There are no words to express the depths of my dismay.

Sunny Sunday

Cute dog pictures

Finally, the sun came out and stayed out all day! The sun helps me avoid the shivers.  In the afternoon we walked to Dolores Park and said hi to hipster dogs.

All those hipsters should put on their shirts.

All those hipsters should put on their shirts.

Then we walked around the Mission and sniffed a lot of sidewalks. We came home and enjoyed the sun in the backyard on the delightful outdoor furniture. 😉  Later on, we went to Plev’s house and investigated their wild garden.

It's a jungle out here.

It’s a jungle out here.

It was a good day. I still want to chase the cats.