dogs I've met and loved

It’s been too long between drinks. There have been plenty of dogs but love? Love is hard to find, my canine-canoodling friends. And then there was Roo. Roo is 3 months old. She likes sugary coffee and eating boyfriend’s beard. She does not like to walk down stairs. Up stairs yes, down stairs no.

Her nose must be the envy of pooches everywhere. I imagine them taking photos of her to their rhinoplasty surgeons. But there ain’t no faking the softness of her belly. Oil of Olay eat ya heart out.

Avion is the kind of kid who is growing up in a surf town somewhere down south in WA. The kind of kid who might be a little rascal now, but will probably grow up to be a pro surfer or own a winery. He’s the kind of kid who, upon seeing you eat an icecream out of a cone asks “are you a kid?”. And you say yes. His dog Chica is a kelpie. She’s the kind of dog who buries bones in other people’s gardens. My mornings won’t be the same without these two making a ruckus in the garden before 7am. ‘Til next time Avion & Chica x

You know when something small is SO cute you just want to squish it? Like it’s so adorable you just want to drown it? Or poke its little eyes out? Or hug it to death? Sure you do. Well this little guy got me like that. Riley was a super shy rescue. Maybe that’s why I took a shine to him despite the fact that I’m not usually into white dogs. Racist. Anyway, Riley’s owner said Riley’s response to me approaching was his BEST RESPONSE TO A HUMAN EVER. Clearly my powers as a dog whisperer are really coming along. Also Riley’s owner called him JuJu for short. Obviously.

Holy smokes Hugo. Stop it. Your little face screams “I need you to protect me and love me”. You little puppy dog paws claw (metaphorically) at my heart. Your soft soft skin makes me forget about Kanye West being mean to Taylor, and the fact that you can’t buy twinpoles in NSW and other bad things in the world.

HUGO I CANNOT HAVE A DOG. WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME LIKE THIS. STOP IT.

And on this unremarkable Monday, I give you Lola.

Likes: the taste of yellow polyester gloves.

Dislikes: the baby.

Lola is a 11 week old Weimaraner. Her skin is so squishy that it’s probably edible. Or wearable. She could be an alternative to cashmere. Not that I want to skin her and wear her or anything.

I wanted to rock her in my arms and sing “el oh el aye LOLLLLA” but instead I went back to work.

A haiku for HRH Soho:

Wise old puppy dog

Blinking in the morning sun.

A skim flat white please

Let it be known that when I am running late for work (again) I don’t usually walk the way that goes past the pet shop. Because of dogs like Bronte. Bronte doesn’t have a leash. So her owner was going to buy her one. He was waiting for the pet shop to open. So they were just sitting there, and what’s a dog stalker to do? Isn’t she JUST? This was one of those love at first sight dogs. I saw her ear and loved her. They don’t know what she is because she’s a rescue, but definitely a bitta staffy and a bitta sheep dog. 

Saturday morning puppy number two was inexplicably even softer than puppy number one. When I held this little guy, he practically folded into himself like he was an accordion of cuteness. Bugsy is a miniature dachshund and was overjoyed to have the opportunity to be outside like a grown up dog. But Bugsy is not a grown up dog. He is just a wee little baby dog. Oh Bugsy. You so small.

PS: big love to Dave for taking this and the last pic with his fancy new camera. You are a fancy man Dave.

You know some days are just good? Is it karma? Is it destiny? I like to think it’s a little of both.

I don’t fall in love easily. Not to say I don’t LIKE most dogs, but to truly love a dog something special has to happen, and I don’t expect it to happen every day. There’s a little bit of alchemy when it comes to love. Well, imagine my surprise when I was having a post-run-squad breakfast with my friend Dave when I fell in love not just once but TWICE in the space of 15 minutes.

This is Emerson. She is camera shy, loves her entire head being cupped in my hands and has the softest squishiest skin you ever did touch. Love this puppy. She is a Boston Terrier. When the time comes for me to have a dog of my very own, please remind me that I very much like Boston Terriers. 

Just when you thought you really got this weird blog…this is not me. Nor is it a dog I’ve met. From the photo I kinda love it, but that’s besides the point.

This is Emily, my flatmate, and the tiniest dog in the world. Not only did Emily steal my jumper, go to our favourite cafe without me, find the tiniest dog in the world and taunt me by sending the photo, but to add insult to injury she is now moving to London.

Let’s hope she lives next to a huge building site in London, because she really loves those. Let’s also hope there are no little dogs like this squishy little cute faced munchkin in London. We all know why she’s really leaving anyway.