He really can’t lose. He has nice parents.
You’re my boy Blue! I like you, but you’re crazy! Actually Blue was a therapy dog, with a super sweet disposition.
This is Monkey Wrench. He is pretty awesome. Really friendly. Met him at a Phish concert in Mansfield, Mass. The concert was okay, but the dogs I met stole the show.
What a weekend! First, I went to see the Pixies in Boston on Friday, and then went to see Phish right here in Portland on Sunday! The show was completely off the hook, and I will have photos and a couple of videos up here first thing tomorrow. Unfortunately, I was a little too drunk and unable to get any photos of Phish or Pixies dogs. They may have been some, but I couldn’t find them.
Sunday we took Quimby to the dog park so he could get some rest before we hit the show, cause obviously he wasn’t coming with us. It was wet as anything, and of course he got soaked and muddy and had a blast. I kneeled down to get a couple of shots, and got covered in mud, stepped in dog poop no less than 3 times, and was covered in a slobbery mix by the time we left. All in all a great visit to the park! I also ran into Petey, who is doing great, and played really well with Quimby!
The dog here was a really sweet puppy whose name I did not get as there were too many people at the park. He was real cute, and if you know his name, let me know!
This is Quimby and me. He’s awesome.
Not named after the bank, this beautiful boy was hanging out at the dog park on Saturday morning. It was taken the same day as Monday’s dogs. Chase was the best sitter I’ve come across, and let me get several great shots.
I could have sworn that these two pups were related, but alas, they were not. They were far too busy having fun to rock out a Pog and Dog photo, and I can’t say I blame them. I was very hungover this fall afternoon, (after playing a show the night before) but the 24 oz Twisted Tea (nasty) I consumed before we left for the park helped my cause. Quimby is now officaly a rock star, and when he arrives, he either gets in with the party, or gets a party started, so it’s getting harder to get awesome dogs to relax long enough for a photo. Not that I mind. I would rather see him having fun with other dogs, than sleeping or eating more rocks.You can see his tail in this photo, as he is trying to play with these two dalmatians, Callie and Buttons.
Ew, the title of this post is grossing me out, so I know it’s a good one. On Sunday, after taking Quimby to the Rock Quarry (more photos of that still to come), my Dad, who was insanely jealous of the awesomeness of having a dog, stopped in for a visit. It being Sunday, I was already watching football, but I made time to get a photo of his dog. He got it from some farm, with people who had never trained it. I don’t remember what kind it is- brittney spearnal or something. His name was Rookie, but my dad changed it to Rocco.
I had to drop something off at his house yesterday and there was a book on the table: Gun Dogs. Just click the link to the book. Don’t want to? Fine…
Anyway, here’s Rocco, my dads new gun dog:
Went into a bar called “The Snug” here in Portland, Maine. Low and behold there were not one but two dogs in there. This was before I had the business cards printed out, so unfortunately no names. I call the little one Pinchot and the big one Sandy.
The classic two in one shot.
Little Pinchot was trying to pick a fight with this gentle giant, but Sandy wasn’t having it.
Our first official dog- this was taken at the old port fest in Portland, Maine.
Quimby’s Choice
Quimby is a proud wearer of Lupine collars, and loves those leads! They make him look even more awesome!Quimby!
Dogs of the Month
People have seen this site.