Picture Happy Puppies: A Fundraising Thread

I’m traveling today, but I have the urge to something that’s silly, fun and yet kind of useful. So here’s my plan:

Have a pup? Put a picture of it looking happy in the comment thread accompanying this entry (which is to say, put in a link to a .jpg; the comment thread should embed it automatically — direct links to the .jpg are best for this; links to pages on Instagram/Flickr/etc will just show up as the link). For every picture of a happy pup put in the comment thread before 11:59pm Eastern time June 7, I will donate a dollar to Con or Bust, up to $1,000. Con or Bust is a non-profit organization “whose mission is to increase racial and ethnic diversity in the production of and audience for speculative fiction,” which is a goal I am happy to support.


1. One entry per person. You can have multiple pups in your picture, or post more than one picture in your comment, but each counts as a single donation from me. Please don’t post more than once in the thread.

2. The pictured happy pup must be yours or your family’s. No fair looking on Google Image Search for happy puppies. “Family” in this case means immediate family, serious partners, or friends to whom you’d seriously consider donating a kidney.

3. Pups only. We can do other animals for other fundraisers another time. Also, comments that are anything other than a picture of a pup (including questions, commentary or criticism) will be excised out of the thread. All happy puppies! All the time!

4. Tell us a little about the happy pup. Because context is fun. This one is not required, but on the other hand I don’t think it’ll be a problem to get you to talk about your pup, now, will it.

5. Your picture will likely be held in moderation until I clear it. Don’t panic. This is to keep trolling of the thread to a minimum, and to keep inappropriate pictures off the thread. Pictures I deem inappropriate will be deleted (either in moderation or off the thread if they somehow got on) and will not count toward the donation tally. As I am traveling the next few days, there might be some delays in the picture going up. Please be patient!

Got it? Then spend my money! Let’s see those happy puppies!

318 Comments on “Picture Happy Puppies: A Fundraising Thread”

  1. Folks:

    It’s best if you link directly to the picture, NOT to the page on Instagram/Flickr/etc that you are housing the picture on. In the latter case the picture won’t show up; it’ll just look like a link. Unless that’s what you want, in which case, go ahead, I guess.

    Also, remember to actually include the link to the picture! If you forget and post without the picture, I’ll delete the post and you can try again. If you post the picture but the URL doesn’t work, I’ll still give you credit.

  2. This is my puppy Gus, taking a happy nap.
    Gus is a Cockapoo who’s graduated from his car position in this picture to riding (harnessed) in the middle of the back bench where he can babysit the kids on car trips. He would love long walks on the beach, but the beach we visit doesn’t allow pets — so instead he loves hanging out on the balcony watching the beach, padding in and out as he pleases. It’s still a pretty good deal from his perspective.

  3. Holly is a happy puppy who prefers snow to hot summer weather! She still likes outside in the summer, but overheats very quickly. And then she will purposely slop water all over the floor so she can lay in it once she’s inside. I mean, I get it, but I could do without the mess!

    At least my puppy is happy about snow, I suppose A photo posted by Megan (@themjrawr) on Jan 25, 2015 at 8:54am PST

    Her older sister Sandy likes to chill on her back

    Sandy just chilling on her back right now, cause why not? A photo posted by Megan (@themjrawr) on Jan 31, 2015 at 8:15pm PST

  4. bgporter – New Jersey – Brett g Porter manages Development Practices and Recruiting at Art & Logic, but still writes as much code as he can get away with. Twitter ➠ @bgporter


    I came up from the basement the other day and Scarlet was sitting there in this weird pose that she has, looking like a grumpy little old man. She was a scary angry rescue when we got her, and she’s gone completely soft after a few years living with us.

  5. Hillary Rettig – Author of The 7 Secrets of the Prolific and The Lifelong Activist. Vegan, kidney donor, foster mom, and lover of people and animals. Visit www.hillaryrettig.com to learn more about me and my work.
    Hillary Rettig


    This is Billy, happy because he’s being a stinker; also because he’s already eaten breakfast and can now settle in for a full day’s napping, while his slaves go out and earn money for his kibble. :-)

    He’s also happy because he was a senior rescue dog–we adopted him when he was 12 years old. So he’s one of the lucky ones–but, of course, so are we. In case you can’t tell, we love him to pieces.

  6. Andrea Smith – London, ON – Andie is a 27-year-old romance aficionado who enjoys Netflix, sleeping, video games, and treating her dog like a human baby. She's a triple Aquarius and works to make the world a better place by signing many Change.org petitions.


    This is Addy (short for Admiral Sandecker)! He’s a Scorpio and enjoys long walks in the woods (if you carry him on the way back), marrow bones, and sleeping on your head. You should see him when his hair’s all grown out—he looks like a dust mop.

  7. Okay, here is the pup publicly known by the alias of Mr Wicked, very happy indeed when he remembers his youthful indiscretions, such as eating five red tulips. (You can see #6 in the photo.) That was his first spring and he found the outside world amazing and wonderful. Still does, though he thought six feet of snow in the yard about five feet too many this winter. (Much more came after this photo was taken.) (Hope this embedding thing works!) file:///C:/Users/kvj/Desktop/HappyWickedKVJohansen.jpg

  8. This is Topher! In a bow tie! (Bow ties are cool.) He is named after Topher Brink, from Dollhouse, because he is a goofy super genius. Mostly the goofy part.


    We adopted Topher from a shelter when he was 10 months old, just a few days before “his time was up” so to speak. Unfortunately shortly after his adoption, we were attacked by two strays on a walk, and Topher was blinded in his right eye. He gets along just fine though! I also run an editorial site all about dog ownership, so Topher has a great time being a chew toy tester, and it’s where we chronicle our journey towards rehabilitating his reactivity issues since the dog attack.

  9. FeetForBrains – Vashon, WA – Easy listenin, hard bowlin, slow mowin, small growin, yard bird with long term, ego driven, unrestrained, malformed visions of fame, fortune, and Princesses. Would love a career smuggling for the resistance damn the Empire’s big guns, blockades and silly Death Stars. Matt enjoys running and is an author


    The dog on the left is Pepper. I rescued her paragliding in eastern Washington. She hiked out with me in 100º weather. She is a noodle. The dog on the right is gone now, Gigi was my best friend. This picture was taken in a meadow near Steven’s pass after the three of us ran section of the PCT. Both of my girls were about as happy as a dog can be.

  10. J Hoffman – I'm a former travel writer and editor who now works in statistical analysis at a university. Quite a shift! I read like a maniac, blog when I think about it, and write because I might die if I don't. Halloween 2013 saw my first published works, which you can find in an amazing and spooky short story collection <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18488507-the-midnight-carnival">here</a>. I am not biased. The book actually is awesome. Buy it. Read it. Love it. Share it.
    J Hoffman

    Here are our pups!


    On the left is Jinx, the old lady of the family. On the right is the baby, Leonidas (who also answers to Leo, Bubba, Hey Stop That, Don’t Eat Those, and Put That Down). He’s not usually as cranky as he looks here – I was holding his favorite toy ransom until I could get one good picture, good grief.

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    This is my little butt of a dog, Sterling, after he’d found some chicken breasts our neighbor dropped on the sidewalk and just…left there. Someone was VERY pleased with himself.


    And bonus pic, he doesn’t have much hair on his underside but this particular bald patch looks like a heart and it’s just the cutest. Less of a happy pup and more of a pup confused by belly rubs had been stopped for picture time.

  12. This is Coya. She’s a keeshond rescue from a backyard breeder; I can’t imagine that anyone would let this charming, goofy, loving dog live outside in an unshaded concrete pad with no human interaction, but there you go. She’s a good reminder to NEVER list your dog on Craigs List (though obviously this one turned out ok). For more information on her breed and rescue efforts, search #freethekees)


  13. Rosie was 14 1/2. She recently died, but she’s still with me in spirit. I think that she should definitely count. There was no dog quite like Rosie! Complete mutt, mislabled as a “pit bull mix), turned out to be a mix of Shar-pei and French Bull Dog (among other things). 311539_465891136769119_1601448874_n.jpg

  14. This is Rooney. He ran away from home on the Fourth of July, and my family took in him as a temporary foster dog. We figured, this awesome dude would be back home in no time. Unfortunately, even though we searched all over the place, we never found his first family. So he’s spending this Fourth of July, and all the rest of his Independence Days with us. :)


  15. Previous post didn’t work! Try this! Rosie was 14 1/2. She recently died, but she’s still with me in spirit. I think that she should definitely count. There was no dog quite like Rosie! Complete mutt, mislabled as a “pit bull mix), turned out to be a mix of Shar-pei and French Bull Dog (among other things). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdgz_nsGY24

  16. Here we see Inky (L) and Smudge, sisters we rescued at approximately 10 weeks after their feral dam was coaxed to litter in a kind person’s garage rather than the desert. In this pic, they are about 14 months; they are about 20 months now. Great dogs, very full of joy and love.


  17. Meet Pickle, my 4 pound chihuahua. He loves cuddling in bed in the warm covers. This is him in his ultimate happy place, snuggling with me on a sick day. content://media/external/file/77323

  18. This is our Tessa, enjoying her first puppy sundae at the local ice cream stand. This was the second happiest day of her life – the first was when Puppa came home from Afghanistan, but I don’t have any still photos of that, only video..


    Thanks for doing this. Pretty d’n awesome.

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    This is Bonnie, one of my parents’ two dogs. She and her sister Callie are failed sheepdogs, they were retired from sheepdog duties at a young age due to being afraid of sheep (and cows, and horses, and most other animals… Callie once lost a staring contest with a day-old lamb!). This is Bonnie after a couple of years of enough food and enough love and no sheep, she’s learned that she’s beautiful and isn’t afraid to use it to get the attention she feels she deserves!

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    Sparrow – half black Lab, half Wirehair Pointing Griffin (hence the sideburns). Originally described as “a roguish one-eyed pirate dog” (evidently he found out what happened when you chase a car and catch it) when we adopted him.


    Skilo – Jack Russell Terrorist on the watch list for squirrel chasing and weaponized solicitation of belly rubs.

  21. This is Meatball. He’s a beagle. We got him from the Animal Welfare Society of Howard County. This is him in his first snow, wearing the sweater my wife made for him.

    “Meatball” was actually the name he had at the shelter, and we figured it was such a good dog name that we’d keep it. His sister’s name was Spaghetti.


  22. Here’s Bofur the Cardigan Corgi looking out the dining room window at our neighbor’s chickens, who were over for a visit. Stalking chickens from the windows is very happy work.

    And here he is trying to convince me to share my smoothie. There’s another picture of him taken just after this pouting because I wouldn’t give him any. Silly puppy dog. :)

  23. https://www.dropbox.com/s/u9i7dyxaensa56x/IMAG0668.jpg?dl=0

    Here are Corsair (foreground) and Romana (background)! (Yes, named after Doctor Who characters :)). They are catahoula leopard dogs…partly…we rescued them so we only know that their mom is a catahoula.

    When I took this picture they were sooooo happy to have both of their humans home and on the furniture with them. (Corsair insisted on jumping up into the chair with me, promptly taking up all the room)

  24. krad418 – New York City – Author, editor, anthologist, musician, podcaster, black belt, curator, and all-around hoopy frood. Farscape comics writer, multifaceted Star Trek writer/editor, Boogie Knights percussionist, Scattered Earth contributor, voice of Todd Rage, author of the Dragon Precinct and SCPD novel series, and a whole lot less.

    This is Wrenn’s and my dog Scooter, out standing in his field back in the summer of 2009. He was only nine years old at the time. He’s still pootling along at 15 — there’s a lot more white in his fur now, and he no longer goes galumphing in the grass as he’d just finished doing when I took this picture in what was then Wrenn’s back yard in Delaware (she moved up to live with me in NYC in 2010).

    Anyhow: pooch!


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    Here is Quinn. He’s an 11 year old Siberean Husky whose hobbies include going on walks, begging for human food, and begging for doggy treats. He was gracious enough to allow me to interrup his late morning nap to take this picture.

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    My three year old Havanese fur baby, dressed with an Bama kerchief on game day.


  28. This is Guinevere, my British bulldog: http://1drv.ms/1ARUfKg Yes, she IS that spoiled!

    Stubborn, but playful – very active for a bulldog and can keep up with the best of them for a while. She’s quite a character!

  29. Tracy Leigh – I am a fledgling yoga witch living with my family on the side of a mountain in, essentially, the middle of nowhere while trying to figure out which pieces of me to keep.


    This is Lovely Rita (2 y/o Doberman/Pitbull mix) and her brother Bisco (8 y/o Golden Retriever/Yellow Lab mix). They are clearly begging for food here. Rita was named after The Beatles and Bisco was named after The Disco Biscuits. We constantly give them matching nicknames, but my favorite is PitFace Killa and Old Dirty Bisco. Because WuTang for life.

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    This is Cassie. She first came around to our house as a starving stray who was being chased away from the food my husband tried to leave out for her. When we took her in and brought her to the vet, she weighed 27 pounds, was suffering from heartworm and a skin infection and many other smaller conditions and was too weak to undergo treatment. The vet told us to get her up to 35 pounds if we could but to know that even then, she might not be strong enough to survive treatment.

    18 months later, she is over 50 pounds and the happiest, most loving baby girl in the world. She doesn’t have all her teeth and she doesn’t have the stamina for long runs or lots of excitement, but she’s never met a person whose nose she didn’t want to lick, and she protects me fiercely from loud noises, small bugs and the UPS man’s truck. (Until I open the door, and then she licks his nose, too.)

    She’s a good puppy. :)

  31. lanternhues – I am a lover of fantasy and science fiction, a writer, a folk musician, and a book reviewer.


    This is my parents’ dog Dixie – she is an avid roadster.

    She is also our first pet not named after a literary character (Figaro, Toto, Pippin, and Bilbo), which I blame on me moving out. I live out of state, but every time I come home Dixie freaks out. I lay down on the ground and she rolls around on my face like she’s trying to nurse me. She’s a very happy pup.

  32. M.A. Kropp – NH, USA – I am a writer who is also a wife, mommy, and grandmother. I live in MA in the USA. I write mostly fantasy and science fiction. I speak sarcasm fluently. I am Irish and a ginger- that is fair warning. Puppies and kittens are my friends. I like good food, good drink, good friends, and good books.
    M.A. Kropp

    This is Lambeau, my pit mix. He’s always happy- unless I leave the house and don’t take him. Then, he cries and pouts until I come back, or so my husband says.


  33. My sister likes to take pictures of her dogs, Milo and Bandit, in holiday/seasonal attire. They are willing to work for treats.

    They are a couple of rescue Jack Russells, with enough energy between them to launch the space shuttle.

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  34. spandrella – new york, new york – I am a wannabe writer living in Denver. I talk about mental health, New York, music, privilege, and disability. And other stuff. I write from the perspective of a privileged white cisgender educated woman.


    Hopefully the image works, I’m getting error messages from imgur but hopefully it’s just my phone.

    This is George and Maggie! I lived with them for a year (so I still sort of think of them as mine), and their family/my friends are definitely people I would donate kidneys to. The puppy rescue told my friends that George was a husky mix. This is incorrect as he’s roughly twice the size of a husky. (Malamute, maybe? Bloodhound?) He is the best dog.

    Maggie is a boxer mix. She REALLY REALLY LOVES YOU. And wants you to love her. She really wants to make you happy. But her listening comprehension is a little uneven. But she’s really really trying. Really.

  35. This is Walt. His tongue is larger than most ladles.

    Jumping up on the deck after a fetch. He is always ready to play.

  36. Hey Lori – I have been providing online and administrative support for entertainers, musical acts, and small businesses since 1997. Services include custom website design and maintenance, SEO configuration, social media campaigns along with tour and office management for bands. My extremely broad range of clients includes Grammy-winning/nominated performers, an online 24 hour radio station, a handmade greeting card company and an antique tractor club.
    Hey Lori

    This is Marzipan (named after the Homestar Runner character, not the candy.) She doesn’t seem to mind wearing jaunty novelty hats long enough for me to take a photo. I like to think that she’s smiling in this picture, but she’s probably just squinting because of the blinding sun.


  37. rabbiadar – San Leandro, CA – Rabbi Ruth Adar is a teaching rabbi in San Leandro, CA. She has many hats: rabbi, granny, and ham radio operator K6RAV. She blogs at http://coffeeshoprabbi.com/ and teaches at Hamaqom | The Place in Berkeley, CA.

    This is Gabi. The photo was taken right after she took a stroll that scared me half witless. She’s home, she had her dinner, she’s happy. I have had her for 5 years. She’s roughly 15 years old. https://therabbiisin.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/gabiputer.jpg

  38. These are my pups when they decide I must stop writing to play with them. Gambit, the brindle bull-boxer-rotty, came to us as a rescue pup who didn’t even wag his tail for the first months of his recovery. Ty, the yellow lab, was our faithful companion for nearly 14 years before we said farewell to his this February.

  39. This is a picture of my first dog. She was happy almost every day of her life: Guy Fawkes Day being a notable exception. (Those damn fireworks! Why did it have to be a gunpowder plot?) Then in her old age she went deaf and Guy Fawkes didn’t bother her any more.

    When she stopped being happy, I knew it was time to let her go. That was over two years ago, and I miss her still. But when she shows up in my dreams, she is still young, and always happy.

  40. http://i.imgur.com/ft7PhCO.jpg

    This is Hilla. She’s my mother-in-law’s and brother-in-law’s dog, and as you can see, she’s oh so deliriously happy. It is impossible to take a still picture of her, BECAUSE SHE IS OH SO HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY on being a dog. Her tail can be used for dusting carpets by simply holding them up and close to waggling action. Hilla is a Dogpourri.

  41. lonotter – Ron's wife, Robin's Mom, Eowyn & Elrond's human. Chief Everything Officer for Otter Necessities. Knitter & weaver, with sides of spinning, kumihimo, and other stringy hobbies. Compulsive reader & bibliophile, including e-books. Geek, typophile, text-design hoppeful, and more I've probably forgotten.


    The husky mix is Pippin, who is mine. The tri-color beagle-blur is Tommy, who is my husband’s unofficial therapy dog. The red and white beagle is Gimli, who is everybody’s friend, but I suspect would be mine if Pippin hadn’t already claimed me. I have yet to get a good picture of all three at once (adopted Tommy a couple months ago, and Gimli about a month ago).

  42. https://flic.kr/p/u8LkTu

    This is my dog Simon. The grass was mowed the day before. Everything was wet when he went out, and he came in looking like this. There was nothing I could do but let him in as I had to go to work. When I came home, everything was covered in grass.

  43. This is Rally:
    We picked her up at the SPCA, who thought she was a Rottweiler/Malamute mix. They’re likely wrong since she’s not a small tank. We’d decided she’s primarily an Australian Kelpie due to her coloring, intelligence, high energy, and slight herding instincts. She’s also an aggressive chewer, having entirely eaten a beef knuckle bone chew and turned a few very hard plastic chews into shivs.
    This is her relaxing:
    And our only successful attempt to capture her mad dashing/chasing around the yard ability:
    She was our dog for several years, but she moved in with my mother-in-law a couple years back, as she couldn’t stop nosing/licking our new son, but also didn’t like being chased by him. Since neither of them had good command of English and MIL had recently lost both her dogs, we thought the move was for the best. Still miss her, but she does come to visit.

  44. This is Izzy. We think she is a Tibetan Spaniel. She belonged to an older couple. One died, the other was going into a nursing home. She was passed around to different people over a week and nobody, friend or family, wanted her. She was just 18 months old, full of spunk & loved to play. She was given to us. Her first 3 days were tough on everybody – us, her (she was very depressed), and our two cats. After 3 days, she realized she had a permanent home with people who liked to play with her and cats who would tolerate her. She became a completely different dog. She is pictured with her favorite ball which she will throw over her back if you don’t throw it for her. She brings it, growls, doesn’t let it go, and finally lets go so you can throw for her. She is a good napping, reading, and television buddy, too.

    We are absolutely certain she would have been euthanized had she gone to a shelter. She was a very unhappy girl when we got her, and always growls during play time. Now, she is the life of the party & goes to work every day at a local theater.


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    This is my PW Corgy. His name is Gaussie ( like mousey, but with a G). He’s named after a famous mathematician / geologist / computer scientist / what-have-you. Gaussie is 8 years old and likes to sleep, eat and cuddle. We were playing Ticket to Ride Teams Asia, so he found a comfy perch to enjoy the games, too.

    (This was around Halloween so the decorations are Cubies of peanuts characters in a setting with a pumpkin patch and graveyard. Calvin and Hobbes just kind of showed up. They’re mischievous.)

    Here’s one of him being interrupted at his favorite thing:


  46. Here’s our dog contemplating world domination, which certainly makes _her_ happy:

    (Okay, she’s looking at Chad’s vacuum chamber, as a promo shot for one of his physics books premised on imaginary conversations with her. Details, details.)

  47. Picket is 10 lbs of really odd hair, wrapped around what may be a terrier/poodle mix – my brother calls her ‘Chemo’. She can wear a Mohawk from her nose to her tail. I adopted her from an Animal hoarder, and all she really wants in life is to be next to me with her head under a blanket. This photo was taken while on my BIL’s boat – we weren’t underway and she did not yet have her life jacket on so don’t fret about the seemingly precarious position!


  48. On the left, Bear, a visiting adolescent boxer who ganglies all over the place. On the right, Adverb, a small adorable dog I got from a shelter, who is usually a nervous little thing (seriously, it took me ages to find a picture where he doesn’t look worried), but absolutely adores other dogs. Lately he’s taken to bolting next door any time the front door opens, in hopes of being allowed in to play with his Friend Dog over there.

  49. This is Jack, my mom’s miniature poodle/official lap warmer, in one of his rare still(ish) moments. All your laps are belong to him.


    Fun fact: at doggie daycare they have to put him in with the big dogs because he never got used to playing with little dogs so he sort of body checks other little dogs and knocks them over. (Mom’s neighbors have a pit bull and a black lab, respectively, and they have been his buddies since he was potato-sized)

  50. This is Ripley. My sister found him on the national great Pyrenees rescue site and we all fell in love. When we got him he didn’t like men, but when I brought my boyfriend home for the first time, he and my boyfriend played an epic game of tag/fetch. He also likes long walks through creeks and marshes, chasing squirrels and eating donuts.


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    Ginny Marie 5 year old German Shepherd. Super fun loving pup that will wear anything for a treat.

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    This is our dog Enzo, aka Pirate Dog. My wife adopted him when she was living in DC, before we met. He was diagnosed with primary glaucoma last year and quickly lost his left eye, but his right eye is hangin’ in there! He enjoys sleeping and stealing your socks.

  53. My darling Hounds! The redhead is Zoe, a 3 year-old American Pit Bull Terrier. We rescued her at the age of 6 months, just hours before she was to be taken to a high kill shelter in Findlay, OH. Her favorite things are sitting in laps, snuggling, kissing all the people, eating cheese, and bossing her big brother around. When she runs, her ass waggles back and forth like a supermodel on the runway. She is very bossy, and vocally reminds us when it’s nap time and bed time.

    The big galoot behind her is Rocky. He is a 4 year-old Boxer/GSD/Husky mix who loves nothing better than to run all day long. We adopted him from the Humane Society at the age of 8 weeks. He was so tiny, we had to carry him out to have a pee. Now, we can hook him up to a sled in the winter and go for a ride! He has a very sonorous WOOF that occasionally scares people, but the bark is deceptive. He is actually very gentle and a little timid. Once he decides you’re OK, he comes out from behind his chair to give kisses and mooch for treats. He spends a lot of time pouting because his Boy isn’t home.

    Here he is with his Boy, my 19 year-old son, Ernie. We sent this collage to the Humane Society to show them his transition from wee babby doggie to Moose hybrid:

    …and here is Zoe engaging in her tree eating hobby:

    Thanks, John, for letting us show off our puppies!

  54. Jim C. Hines – Fantasy author of 50+ published short stories as well as the Magic ex Libris series, the Princess series of fairy tale retellings, the humorous Goblin Quest trilogy, and the Fable Legends tie-in Blood of Heroes. Active blogger. Winner of the 2012 Hugo Award for Best Fan Writer. Lives in mid-Michigan with his family. More at www.jimchines.com

  55. This is Hodor. She’s a German shorthaired pointer & pug mix, about 13 weeks old. We got her from a rescue group that took in her mom shortly before she had a litter. Hodor is always this adorable, and far too smart for her own good. http://i.imgur.com/3hdG9s5.jpg

  56. szbasnik – Ellen Mint is the author of Undercover Siren, Fever, Gettin' Lucky, and the Happily Ever Austen series.

    My dog, Esme (Weatherwax – when she’s naughty), loves wearing clothes. Since I love halloween she gets a new costume every year. The only thing she loves more than sweaters, and food, and treats is ball.

    Here she is waiting for a ball: http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt109/sabrinarichard/56487_763184285583_3586804_o.jpg

    And here she is with it: http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt109/sabrinarichard/57052_763182603953_8131852_o.jpg

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    This is Cooper – my copilot and little buddy. His litter was found abandoned and stuffed in a Goodwill dropbox. No idea about his lineage, but he makes mine and my wife’s live a much happier prospect.

    Keeping my spot warm – https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/20368279/IMG_20150604_220506612%5B1%5D.jpg

    photobomber -https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/20368279/IMG_20141211_194232943%5B1%5D.jpg

  58. This is our dog Jemaine. After twenty years of pound dogs and rescues, we broke down and got a Golden Retriever. He turns out to be a Retriever in name only. He didn’t get the retrieving gene. Jemaine loves water. The first photo is from last August during his first-ever trip to the ocean when he was almost two years old. His favorite thing to do that day at the beach was to steal other dogs’ chuck-it balls and play keep-away. It was funny, but embarrassing at the same time. The other two photos are why we call him our Golden Recliner.




  59. Look at this ridiculous fluff face. This was my dog growing up, Beauregard (Beau for short). He was a standard poodle and he was ridiculous. Fortunately, he and his littermates did not have their tails cropped, so his tail was also ridiculous. Whenever he would walk behind the couch or similar furniture, all you would see was a gigantic puff wagging back and forth, ridiculously.


  60. Here’s Milo in April, roughly 3 and a half months old. We adopted him in March from a local shelter, where they said his mom was probably a corgi/lab mix – but she didn’t have his stumpy legs! In this pic he had spent the afternoon learning how to dig holes from an older dog, and finally collapsed into the dead sleep known to toddlers and puppies :) Since that day he’s developed a real love for excavating mulch, so he gets frequent baths.

    His oddest personality quirk atm is a real love of cleaning my husband’s beard, especially post-shower. He’ll sit there and lick *forever*.

  61. http://i.imgur.com/7kNBYxV.jpg
    Not the best photo of my little girl, but one of my favorites — kind of captures her essence: powerful, silly, full of joy. This is some years ago, she is a dignified old lady of 15+ now and only occasionally goes nuts when the hose comes out.

  62. if i got the html correct, this should be a picture of my, alas, no longer with us dog, hannah. but there was no one happier than hannah when she was chasing a squirrel. one time she caught one to the surprise of both of them, and then she tried to teach it to play tag, but it wasn’t having any.

  63. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp47CvM6c8U/VXHVHTuuWuI/AAAAAAAABfw/8MxRpkuUypM/s1600/IMG_9381.JPG

    Gentleman Herbie, top dog, kind of aloof but secret cuddlebug. Dandy. Pigeon hunter.


    My sweet Gertie, chronically happy, a talented nurse, crazy smart, speaks fluent chicken.


    Fudgie the athlete, fastest 6 pounder around. Forever playful. Has never tired of catch. Enthusiastic kisser.


    Bronx. Trouble with a captial T. Escape artist. Howler. Herbie’s biggest fan.

  64. http://i.imgur.com/3N4xl6E.jpg

    This is Chuckanut, named after a stunning mountain range here in Washington state. She was the runt of a litter of pups that my friend’s mom raised. I have grand plans for hiking and camping with this one, she has to live up to her namesake after all. Also, those ears!

  65. https://flic.kr/p/tTMFcy
    This is Bruce, a beagle/lab mix that I adopted a little over a year ago. He likes to nap on the sofa with me while I’m reading. I don’t think it’s possible for a sentient being to be more content than he is in this photo. (My own contentment was diminished somewhat because I was wishing I’d moved the beer closer to me before Bruce fell asleep.)

  66. This is Charlie. ~6 year old rescue Pekingese. He loves the dog park.
    He found a stick, and was quite proud of himself.
    Then he found an even bigger stick
    Someone said they couldn’t believe he could fit a whole tennis ball in his mouth, so he had to prove them wrong
    He likes to lay on my lab while I’m knitting
    And he doesn’t believe me when I tell him it’s not my job to give him belly rubs all the time

  67. I rescued Annie just over a month ago, from the Wake County Animal Center here in Raleigh. No one knows her story—she wasn’t surrendered by an owner, but found as a stray. An old, thin pink scar across her neck betrays where she was once tied up and left; small areas of missing fur from the back of her neck suggest she may once have worn a spiked training collar. She’s only 3 or 4 but has clearly, at some point, whelped.

    Putting the pieces together: like so many other pit bulls, Annie was used for breeding and then abandoned.

    Her name in the shelter was “Tiffany.” This was patently stupid. I renamed her Annie for Anne McCaffrey, one of my favorite authors, and for the other great Annies of history, like Jump Cannon and Oakley.

    Last night I took a picture of us snuggling in bed. This is not that picture. This is an outtake. It’s not as well composed, doesn’t have the Instagram filter—but there’s no beating that beautiful, coy pittie smile. https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CGvnzo5UQAMiDjw.jpg:large

  68. This is Einstein. He was found under my wife’s truck when he was only about six weeks old. No one ever appeared looking for him, so he became our dog. He’s fond of playing fetch with his favorite ball, chewing on his favorite ball, kissing his people, playing fetch with his favorite ball, attempting to convince the cats to let him kiss them, cuddling, playing fetch with his favorite ball, trying to convince people through the power of adorableness to give him human food, playing tug, and playing fetch with his favorite ball. He’s my best friend and has provided much helpful advice when writing . . . usually by suggesting I throw his ball and let the story be for a while.


  69. Check the avatar photo! His name is Duffy, a delightful Bichon/Toy Poodle mix who showed up on our doorstep and requested a rescue almost ten years ago. Smart, cheerful, occasionally willful… everything you’d want in a pup in a handy six-pound package.

  70. This is my parents’, now my dad’s dog, Fritzie. Fritzie (the 2d) I should say, because my parents named their previous dog Fritzie also. (There is a family tradition of having a string of Schnauzers all named the same thing—my aunt had a string of Sam’s.) My parents were used to buying purebreds from breeders, but I’m happy to say I talked them into taking a rescue dog this time. (I volunteer at an animal shelter.)

    Fritzie was difficult to handle at first. He displayed a lot of fear aggression, especially toward men. The first couple of weeks they had him, Dad had to avert his face whenever he walked into a room where Fritzie was. But they stuck it out, and now Fritzie and Dad are the best of pals.

  71. This is Seward, our Alaskan husky/greyhound mix. He stands about waist high at the top of his head, and has ridiculously long legs. My friends call him “stilt legs” because of this. We sometimes think he is really a Wookiee because of the sounds he makes.

    Here, he is enjoying sunshine on a winter day:

    And here he is being loved on by our daughter:

  72. This is Walt and yes his tongue is as big as a ladle.

    After a fetch you must jump up on the deck.
    Grrrrrr again

    I tried this earlier but my pictures didn’t embed in the link. I’m doing it wrong.

  73. nerdycellist – About me: amateur musician (voice and cello), dog lover, fat girl, avid traveler, semi-pro ranter, cheese enthusiast, Bibliophibian and sci-fi/fantasy nerd. I'm an introvert anywhere but on my own turf.

    This is Ardala. She is super happy because she has identified that the ocean is full of water, and is therefore the enemy, and is excited to show us back to the car. The one that we used to drive her 2.5 hours to the dog beach.

  74. http://imgur.com/YyirD9j

    This is Bailey and Bump, my happy pups :) Bailey is the black and white pitbull, and Bump is her smaller, older, bully of a brother. Wish I could figure out how to post them as an in-post picture!

  75. This is Dozer and Amelia, both rescue mutts. Dozer is about five, and Amelia is about one and a half. We got Dozer from the Helen Woodward Animal Center in Rancho Santa Fe, California, and Amelia from The Barking Lot in El Cajon, California. It was the third shelter Dozer had been in, and the second Amelia had been in. Amelia was actually born in the pound. We don’t know why so many people passed them up for adoption. People are weird.

    We think Dozer is a mix of yorkie, Jack Russell, and probably a bunch of other things. He steals socks.

    Amelia is part corgi, part a bunch of other things. She grew up around German Shepherds and pit bulls and is unhinged.

    We take them everywhere we can, which, in San Diego, is a lot of places. Coffee joints, pubs, the beach, etc.

    Dozer is the first dog I ever had. Other than my wife, he’s my best friend. I love Amelia, too, except she wakes us up at 5AM.

    A photo posted by gregvaneekhout (@gregvaneekhout) on Jun 5, 2015 at 12:38pm PDT

  76. Hoping this link posts pictures of Riona and Snap, my first two foster puppies. (I foster puppies for 4 Paws For Ability, which provides service dogs to disabled children. The fostering, which lasts about 6 months, is a period of socialization, basic training, and evaluation during which the puppy learns to go everywhere with his foster, so that he’ll be ready to do that when he’s a fully trained adult who’s responsible for his child.)

    One the left is Riona, on the right is Snap. Snap now works as a seizure-alert dog for a little girl and goes everywhere with her. Riona, who did not outgrow her (very severe) car sickness has become part of the breeding program and will provide 4 Paws will several litters of future service dogs before being spayed and living out the rest of her life with the family that recently adopted her. (And I will be fostering again, though probably not before winter.)


  77. https://www.flickr.com/photos/archergal5129/2490578310
    This picture was from our annual “Take the Dogs to the Beach” vacation, at Jekyll Island off the coast of GA.

    The blue merle dog is my Bouncer, the dog that picked me. I saw him at adoption day at a local pet store. I opened the dog to the crate, and Bouncer came out and put his paws on my shoulder in a hug. He was mine from that moment, all that was left was the paperwork. Bouncer passed 2 years ago, but he was my good boy.

    The black tri is our Jasper, possibly one of the Best Dogs Ever. He’s got a good, easy temperament, especially for an Aussie. His biggest fault is barking at dogs on television, even the cartoon dogs. :)

  78. Here’s my boy. Actually he’s my wife’s acolyte so I suppose he’s her boy. Don’t tell her I said that.


    He’s the world’s best Mini Schnauzer. No, really.

    He’s a rescue from a West Texas puppy mill (if only I could get my hands on them) who was being used as breeding stock and probably has tons of children. he was rescued by MSRNT and found his way to his goddess in 2009.
    more wonderful pictures here http://dragonseye.com/photos/index?/category/703-chip_s_place
    and he even has his own facebook page https://www.facebook.com/chipsays

    No dog is the equal of this dog. Except maybe his frenemy Sophie.

  79. This is Fenway. He’s a corgi.


    He has a ball. Having a ball is good.


    It’s even a literary ball. It’s a promo tennis ball for Robert Crais’s novel SUSPECT, about a former military dog with PTSD now working as a K-9 police dog.

    Fenway likes the ball much better than he liked TROY: FALL OF KINGS by David and Stella Gemmell, although he ate much more of the Gemmell novel.


  80. This is Skadi (pronounced as in “beam me up”); she is named for the Norse goddess of snow and hunting, her two favourite things. She loves snow, stuffies, and her people, not necessarily in that order. She excels at defending us from the neighbours’ cows, trucks on the road, and miscellaneous bits of paper. She also loves sneaking into peoples’ bedrooms, referred to as “neaking” in our house.


  81. Molly…she’s a furever part of our family … adopted from foster care 1 year ago !!! It was love at first sight !

  82. This is Megabit! We adopted him from a shelter back in October. Our best guess at his heritage is Boxer/Rhodesian Ridgeback, but we don’t know for sure.

    He loves sleeping on the couch, staring at rabbits, and learning new things. Even though he’s a good seventy pounds, my girlfriend has convinced him that he’s a lapdog. He spends hours sitting in her lap while she uses the computer.

    He does yoga when he’s happy.


  83. https://www.dropbox.com/s/gvfee7fbo0p2hcx/IMG_0488.jpg?dl=0

    Here is Pippo, a beautiful Golden Retriever: he’s not my dog – or rather, I’m not his human – but he shares home and life with friends who are as close as family to me. I’ve seen Pippo grow from the adorable puppy in this picture to a huge, lovable, intelligent and adorable adult who taught me much about dogs and how they can fill your life with their undemanding love. I count myself lucky and privileged to be numbered among his friends.

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    This is my sister’s Havanese, Maddie. Maddie is maybe not quite the worst-behaved dog ever, but she comes pretty close to it! She’s still adorable and we love her anyway, especially because somehow despite being a terror in general, she’s always an angel with my baby niece.

  85. CRash – Fledgling writer still trying to figure out how to properly flap those wings. Occasionally I draw things.

    This is Cho-Cho, a German Shepherd / yellow Lab mix (or at least that’s what we were told). We got him from a “Free Puppies” box in front of a grocery store in 2001. He’s gone now, but was a very happy puppy all of his days.


    He’s especially happy in this picture because he’d just gotten a dog-cookie. All that remains is the crumb on his tongue.

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    This is Dexter. He’s about 10 years old now. We got him from a rescue centre when he was tiny and scared of everything. That soon changed. He has successfully conned my parents into letting him sleep on their bed, to the point where he now gets huffy when mum stays up later than usual. He gives her pointed glances and goes to stand near the door to upstairs. He has been known to attack the television when anything even remotely resembling a dog shows up, and we once had to shut him out of the room when watching Lord of the Rings because the orcs drove him absolutely nuts.

  87. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajg4RG_rHaU/VXIT06N-8iI/AAAAAAAALbY/MbBpzZLBUl0/s1600/satchel%2Bvia%2BLiesel%2B1401.28.jpg

    Here’s Satchel, my happy puppy. We did not rescue her Paragliding, from an abused home, or in some other outlandish way. We found her in the barn where the Beagle-Springer litter had been born. She was the runt, and she was hiding. She was not the first dog my wife saw, but she was the last and best. I was never a dog person before, but Satchel has changed that. She has my heart. She is joy and love and sweetness. She is almost always smiling, even when she is sleeping. Thanks for doing this John. Excellent idea.

  88. https://www.dropbox.com/s/gg1vm6lxfsajccj/2014-04-08%2010.57.36-1.jpg

    This is Nicodemus (named after the Nimh character). In December 2013, my spouse’s aunt found two abandoned dogs in the shopping center where her business is, and took them in to foster them back to good health. We were visiting, and my wife and daughter loved both dogs, but the smaller dog loved them like whoa. As in, would not leave their laps, ever. And would whine like crazy when kept away from his humans. By the end of the trip, there was no way he wasn’t coming home with us.

    He a mix of Chihuahua and Corgi, and loves playing with toys.

  89. This is Baran and Zim last week, as we enjoyed a three-way game of tug-of-war:

    Baran is just 16 weeks in this photo – he’s an American Cocker Spaniel. His favourite pastime is harassing our two cats, and he loves belly rubs.

    Zim is 5 years old and loves running, chasing and jumping – naturally, playing catch is his favourite activity. As an Australian Shepherd/Border Collie cross, it is not surprising that he enjoys learning agility (and his sire, a purebred Aussie, was an agility dog as well!).

  90. AndyG – A Tech guy who crossed over to the dark side Once to managementthe second to a Mac My friends are trying to decide which is worse

    Here is my Happy Puppy, Sabrina, after a long Christmas day a few years ago. She ran out to the tree like a little kid and my wife had made a stocking for her full of treats and toys. She played hard but the happy puppy tuckered completely out for an afternoon nap. She’s a Sheltie mixed with who knows what and she is the only kid left in the house now that our son is in college.


  91. This is Honey, a 3-year old Corgi/something mix:


    She is a rescue in the most literal sense of the word, as she was taken away from an abusive owner. When we first adopted her, she spent the first 3 months hiding in her crate, and it took 8 months before she would stop running away whenever my husband came home. Now she cuddles with us on the sofa every evening, wrestles with my husband, and sleeps between us on the bed every night.

  92. Here are Lily and Remy, my two spoodles (Remy is the red, more spaniel-y one), with two of their favorite toys. (Anyone else have a dog who seeks after champagne cork cages in the rubbish bin? No? Just me then … OK.) Miss Lil is 12, although she still acts like a puppy, and Remy has just turned one.

  93. This is Seward, our Alaskan husky/greyhound mix. He stands about waist high at the top of his head, and has ridiculously long legs. My friends call him “stilt legs” because of this. We sometimes think he is really a Wookiee because of the sounds he makes.

    Here, he is enjoying sunshine on a winter day:


    And here he is being loved on by our daughter:


  94. This is Dutchess Marie at her fourth birthday last month. She’s an Olde English Bulldogge, and has been with us for almost a year. For her birthday, she received a blue chameleon and a red fox. And a rather large bone. (Not Pictured)


  95. A photo posted by Sister C (@sistercoyote69) on Dec 29, 2014 at 6:47pm PST

    From the top down: Ms. E. Claire de Loon, Mr. Spiky Blue Bear, and Miss Evil E. Lette preparing to go to the park. What you can’t see is my mother, who has just opened the car door. Claire and Blue use Evie as a footrest, and Blue checks in with her partway through the ride. All three dogs are shelter adoptions; Blue and Claire came as a set and Evie was kind of an accident — they were fostering her but she was too shy and so the “furever” home she was supposed to have sent her back, and mom declared WE were her “furever” home.

  96. This is Smokey — my dad’s dog, but I spend almost every weekend with her. (That counts, right?) She had a rough first couple of years (neglect and abuse) before being turned in to a shelter, but has been living the good life since my folks adopted her 7 years ago.
    A great dog (who’s still working on being reliably a “good dog”).

  97. This is the Dread Pirate Jenny. She is a deaf blue heeler. This pic was taken when she was about 10 months old, and about 30 lbs. Her friend is a German Shepard/Rottweiler that weighs about 80. Those are her happy teeth.C:\Users\KRH\Pictures\Dog Park 9-24\IMG_0796.JPG

  98. I’m bad at this sort of thing, but here’s hoping it works:
    If it did work, you’re looking at my dogs. L-R are Gideon, age 2; Crash, age 8; and Pumpkin, age 13. Gideon and Pumpkin are both rescues. Pumpkin is a border collie/Aussie shepherd, Crash is a golden retriever, and Gideon is a large-breed shelter surprise. :D They’re all adorably insane.

  99. Here is Brandy, estatic that she’s managed to grab one of my slippers:

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  100. inkshark – Bellingham – Cory Skerry lives in the Northwest U.S. where he writes impossible things and paints what he shouldn't. His retirement plan is to invent a time machine and zap back to the 1700s to be a highwayman, because Jonny Lee Miller made it look hot.

    Whoa, i have the twins of Ty’s Yeti & Woutje (third comment)!


    Hanzo is a goofy American pit bull terrier who likes to prank my cats by sneaking up while they’re asleep, barking in their face, and then running away with a big stupid grin on his face. He loves meeting new people and dogs, and in this photo, he’s walking in Relay for Life.


    Briar is a pit bull mixed with some kind of herding breed, and she’s more serious: she used to keep my guinea pigs on the rug in the center of the room every time i cleaned their cage by sliding them back into place with her nose. She enjoys fetch (with a ball or a stick, not a guinea pig).

  101. This is Riley, my gorgeous almost-15-year-old Lab. My blog is all about her — from her 14th birthday, I’ve posted a photo of her a day. We lost her younger brother Xander to cancer at age 9, and I felt like I didn’t have nearly enough pictures or stories about him, and so I wanted to celebrate Riley every day.


  102. I really don’t know if this will work, so please forgive me if it’s just a broken image.
    This is Cinnamon, who was much beloved by my family and quite a few other people. One of our neighbors was a teacher of young children and used to tell them stories of Cinnamon the Wonder Dog. She especially loved playing with buckets, as shown in this blurry action shot:

    My family’s current dog is Tuque. He’s a happy little guy, but tends to have a morose face. I’m sure he was utterly delighted by his Hawaiian shirt here.

  103. Duplicate post with pics that aren’t just thumbnails. Sorry for the bother.
    This is Cinnamon, who was much beloved by my family and quite a few other people. One of our neighbors was a teacher of young children and used to tell them stories of Cinnamon the Wonder Dog. She especially loved playing with buckets, as shown in this blurry action shot:

    My family’s current dog is Tuque. He’s a happy little guy, but tends to have a morose face. I’m sure he was utterly delighted by his Hawaiian shirt here.

  104. http://www.imgur.com/XFMWqQw.jpeg

    Our big girl, Moo, came to us in a roundabout sort of way. Found on the mean streets of Burbank at about three weeks of age, she was fostered from the Burbank Animal Shelter, adopted by a family, then they realized they couldn’t really handle her, and a neighbor agreed to foster and re-home her. That neighbor was a tech at my mom’s vet, and she knew we were looking for a dog. We wanted one about 20-40 lbs (she’s 55) and about 1-2 years (she was “10 months” when we got her, but then reviewed her paperwork and discovered she was more like six months). She is everything we would hope for in a family dog and we love her soooo much! She has been with us for two years in August.

    But she’s very social. So she needed a sibling. Rishi’s mother, who is mostly Shiba Inu, was found along the LA River VERY pregnant, and obviously unhomed for a long time. A friend of ours fostered her through birth and re-homed her and all five puppies, who are about half chihuahua. Rishi was THE most rambunctious and fearless of her litter, so in spite of being the smallest, we figured she was the best match for Moo. It appears they agree! She is just now 12 weeks and loves her new sister.

  105. Terrie Sandelin – I've always loved exploring techniques and new tools when it comes to quilting. I expanded on a paper-piecing technique in my book Miniatures in Minutes. I love that I can use my GO! dies to make miniatures as well as full sized quilts.

    First, there’s Wyatt — a gentle soul with an absolutely ebullient personality. He radiated joy.


    And we lost him way too soon but were gifted with one of his cousins. This is Cooper who we call the anti-Aussie because he thinks working is holding down the rug. Here he is as a puppy being very happy because what’s better than a stick to chew on? A Very Big Stick.


  106. This is Zeus. We adopted him almost four years ago from the Mid-Atlantic Great Dane Rescue League. He is now nearing 10 years old. He enjoys sitting in the middle of the couch (thereby occupying the entire couch), laying in the grass, and sleeping across the bottom half of the bed. He is fine with our cats, he is good with small children, but he is afraid of thunder.

  107. This is a picture of our dog Bird on his 13th birthday (he turns 14 this summer)


    Bird is a rescue dog, originally found as a puppy with broken ribs hiding under the stacks of the public library. My wife got him when he was five, by which time he had already lived in six other homes.

    Her friends say he was quite the handful at first, but by the time I came along I thought he was just fine. One of the smartest and kindest dogs I have ever known.

    Also, he was Best Dog at our wedding, the only dog who has ever been inside the Seattle Buddhist Church. So in answer to the old Zen koan on whether or not a dog has a Buddha nature- well our dog seems to at least.

  108. (This is a repeat, because my image didn’t post)

    This is a picture of my first dog. She was happy almost every day of her life: Guy Fawkes Day being a notable exception. (Those damn fireworks! Why did it have to be a gunpowder plot?) Then in her old age she went deaf and Guy Fawkes didn’t bother her any more.

    When she stopped being happy, I knew it was time to let her go. That was over two years ago, and I miss her still. But when she shows up in my dreams, she is still young, and always happy.


  109. Tesla loves going out in public and making friends. We’ve had her for two years now and she’s an awesome dog who always wants to hang out with her people.

    Tesla on the giant Ace chair

    Belle is a new addition – when we adopted her last year, she’d spent 14 of her 18 months of life in the shelter. She was super energetic, which made it hard for their volunteers to socialize and exercise her. We didn’t realize until a month or two after we brought her home how her energy was covering her fear of everything new. We’ve had her for about 8 months now and she is a delight! We’ve encouraged her to develop the self-confidence she needs to navigate the world and she has really blossomed. In this picture, she’s learning how to climb ladders so she can help on house projects.

    Belle the handy-dog

  110. This is Mozart.
    He got that name at the shelter because of his fluff and regality. He is a cross breed if there ever was one. We suspect some Colley and/or sheep dog but at least two others.
    Mozart likes to recycle as he picks up random bottles and helps me put them in the proper bins.
    He is four years old next month and still have the energy and enthusiasm of a six month old pup.

  111. This is Pearl, our seven-year old rescue. She’s a North American Bita (bit ‘a this, bit ‘a that), who looks for all the world as though she’s the product of a liaison between a black lab and a basset hound. She’s just rolled around in the sand after running out of the lake. IMG_0570.JPG

  112. Here’s Tess-Dog! She is very, very happy in this photo; her ears are a bit back because she’s just realized someone is looking at her, and being half greyhound her ears are permanently fastened to her skull if human people that she knows are giving her attention.

    Tess-Dog was a shelter dog at the age of seven; a family who loved her had to move away, I guess, though I never knew their story. She’s mostly blind now, but absolutely loving and protective, and she delights in cuddles.

    More than once, we’d go out on a walk and encounter a deer, and Tess would be more than fast enough to corner it and send it back in my direction. The disappointed-disgusted look she gave me, every time I let it stampede past me and to safety…like “Human! That was lunch for at least a week! What are you doing!


  113. This is one of the “Little Rock Nine,” named because they were found in a farmer’s field. He is Gilligan, and out of the 9, had to be bottle fed because mama ran out of milk. I’m not sure how many of his litter survive today. This guy is 13 years old and still kicking, though he has had some back leg issues, recently. It may be nerve damage…we’re not sure. I’ve been too unwell to get him up for treatment, so he has been on bed rest.

    Here he is just before we put him on rest. He’s also on antiinflammatories, which seem to help. The legs are his only issue; he wants to run and play just like everyone else!


  114. Flick (left) is a border collie/Belgian shepherd mix, and Roxy (right) is a border collie/chow mix. They’re both rescued from local shelters, and they adore going to the river. I hope this link (from my own blog) works, because I confess complete ignorance of how to link a jpeg to a word press comment without going through a site like photobucket. I don’t have any upload image or buttons for the comments in wordpress.


  115. This is Bela (named after a grey horse in WOT) who just got home from the worst place ever (in her mind) – the groomers. But she’ll be much happier this summer without 4 inches of hair!

  116. Amanda C. – Often described as "busy," Amanda C. is a mechanic with a B.A. in English; a mom who is doing OK; and a do-it-yourselfer who is sometimes clueless.
    Amanda C.

    This is Ashok Earnest Twigsbane:


    He liked to eat carrots, would do yoga with the family, and enjoyed playing chase. He was slow to accept new people, but once you were part of the pack he would never forget you. He died of cancer two years ago and is still dearly missed.

  117. After some thought, I present one of my sister’s livestock dogs – because baby goats, right?! She doesn’t look smilingly happy, but she’s a deeply contented dog.

    First Preview didn’t show the picture, then I got “this comment cannot be posted”, so I hope I’m doing it right and not double posting.

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    This is Fred! I ran into a pet store when I was a kid despite my father’s demands not to, but he wasn’t too mad after he met this sweet pup. Fred joined our family not long after. He past away a few summers ago after 16 years of companionship. Although my family has had many beloved dogs before and after Fred, there’s something special about the dog I grew up alongside! I couldn’t have asked for a better or more loving friend.

  119. Jessa Slade – <strong><a href="http://jessaslade.com">Jessa Slade</a> is the author of the <a href="http://jessaslade.wordpress.com/excerpts/the-world-of-the-marked-souls/">Marked Souls</a> urban fantasy romance series (NAL Signet Eclipse), the <a href="http://jessaslade.wordpress.com/excerpts/steel-born-dark-fey-paranormal-romance/">Steel Born</a> paranormal romance series (Harlequin Nocturne Cravings), and award-winning self-published science fiction romance with <a href="http://jessaslade.wordpress.com/excerpts/sheerways-science-fiction-romance/">Hotter on the Edge</a>. You can find her online at all the <a href="http://jessaslade.wordpress.com/about/">usual haunts</a>.</strong>
    Jessa Slade

    Drama dog being dramatic. Plus follow-up less dramatic shot. This is from a hike 1200′ down to Wild Horse Lake in the Steens Mtns of Eastern Oregon. A dead fish, coyote scat, and varmint holes: everything a dog loves.

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    This is my girl, Cassia. I adopted her from my local humane society when she was 9 months old (according to the HS). She was a stray and still hasn’t gotten over her fear of Strange New People, but once she gets to know somebody, she becomes an equal-opportunity snuggler. Aside from snuggling, she loves sunshine, her series of Souper-size DuraChews (she needs a new one every six months), rope toys, and terrorizing squirrels.

  121. Maddox aka “Tiny Beast” in the snow this winter in Kentucky. I’m his second owner (always a good excuse when he misbehaves). He lived in Boston when he was very young, but since then lived in Florida and California and hadn’t seen snow in years. He thinks it’s pretty great.


  122. Jeffrey Baker – I have been involved in archaeology for over 30 years, either as a student or a professional archaeologist. During that time period, I have worked in a number of states and one foreign country (Belize). I have mainly worked in the Maya Lowlands, US Southwest and the Great Basin culture areas.
    Jeffrey Baker

    This is my dog Ruby shortly after she was adopted. Look at that blurry tail. That is the sign of a happy dog.


  123. Riley is enjoying the heck out of the Beagle Bash, a party for dogs (well, beagles) hosted by Beagle Rescue of Southern Maryland. No, he’s not a beagle. His beagle roommate sneaked him in.

    Dudley, newly adopted at age 9-ish, discovers Kong toys. And the peanut butter that lurks within.

  124. I’m loving these pictures of everybody’s puppies!

    Here’s mine:

    She’s a Chinese Crested Powderpuff (many people have heard of Cresteds, but don’t realize they’re not all hairless).

    And here’s my older girl, same breed:

    These are the sweetest dogs in the world.

  125. Here are Jacob Rosencrantz Marable and Wilhelm Guildenstern Marable (we debated which pair to name them after, and the Brothers Grimm won since “Jake and Willie” is a bit more normal than “Rose and Guild”):

    Both rescues from the same litter of Bichons that we first met at only a few weeks old.

    And their older brother Teddy (another rescue) enjoying a shameless belly rub:

  126. larnotlars – Denver – I am a veterinarian by day, but play blacksmith by days off... I also like to build computers and slay denziens on said computers.... politically I am libertarian left with a little Heineinesce attitude towards foreign powers (real, not idiots with rpg's and delusions of global power...) I also like warm cookies, puppies and backrubs

    This is my second attempt to post… I am hoping to post Rusty the Rust Bucket (aka Rustipher). Rusty was abandoned after his second attempt to deny gravity and jump out of a moving pick up truck. A pair of Good Samaritans caught up with the owner, but after being rebuked, took him to La Plata Humane society. Rusty has 1 leg that is not crippled (Nerve Damage to his left front leg, A badly broken left knee–5 surgeries so far– and a broken right hip that resulted in salvage surgery). Fortunately, Rusty’s cranium walls meet in the center and he does not know that he should be depressed. He hobbles after any dog that he sees to play fight. Any human that he meets must prepare themselves for endless tug of war- or at least a good cuddle.

    For those that are curious about his breed… He’s a Tea Cup Mastiff… Because Denver doesn’t necessarily kill them.

    Here he’s “helping” me clean the shop.


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