Tuesday, March 29, 2005
I'm going to break whatever-number wall is appropriate for half a second here and ask you a very quick question over on the main blog. Do please click on that link and provide an answer, if you would. I have been bitten by the curiosity bug and the itching is murderous.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
"Play with me. Look at me. Come back out here and play with me. Or look at me. You come right the hell back out here and you play with me or look at me because I am a puppy or something and it is time for you to come back out here. Also I want some answers about this gray blotch on the side of me. What the hell is that all about."
The sheer team-ness of these two tired, tired dogs cannot be overstated. I went walking past them again a little later on, and the one on the right had actually migrated to the road in between the curb and the car's tire. That is how committed to the concept of shade he had become. I didn't think I could even come close to capturing the perfection of that moment, however, and didn't try. So you will have to be content with this earlier moment, stolen from their perfect lazy day. Which is every day for them, come on. REALLY.
I don't know if this guy was really anxious about his caramel macchiato, or if he was just fascinated by that weird quasi-reflection on the door in front of him. What would've answered this would've been to walk into the coffeeshop and try to get a look at his face, but I chose to preserve the mystery. Also I'm pretty sure his eyes would've just been two big ol' black 'n' white swirly things, and that would've been kind of freaky.
Much like the dog who only talks to hobos from my last update, this dude I am pretty sure can talk to ghosts. All I know is if I get killed before my time, I am going to track this guy down so we can have some conversations. And also so he can lead the cops to my killer.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Dogs 153 - 160
I know it's hard to see 'cause he's all one color, but check out the forlorn look on this dude's face. He doesn't even know what a fashion statement he's making with that red collar, because he's too busy cueing up the most emo album ever made on his mental stereo.
I think he knows that there's nothing on top of that pole and if he only jumps high enough, he can be free forever ... but I'm not positive he cares.
The most frightened-looking little dog I have ever seen in my life, in the driver's seat of a parked car. "What the fuck am I doing in here? I can't drive stick! They know that! I should've never let them make me the getaway driver. Fuck." I should add that on this same street, a few blocks down, there was a parked car with not one but three cats inside it, all stretched out sleeping on various seats. What the hell goes on in the Mission on weekends, you guys?
The funniest thing about these two chiefs wasn't the fact that their barking eventually fogged up that window and made it hard for them to see anything, it was -- ah heh heh -- it was that -- hee hee! Look at the one on the left, he can barely even see out the window! Ah ha ha! It was that on the other side of that room, sitting in the opposite window, was a much bigger dog who just didn't care at all. Oh, man. I didn't get a picture of him, though.
I think if I were ever to become a homeless guy reduced to begging for change on the sidewalk, I'd want a dog like this to hang out with me. He looks like he can secretly talk, but he'll only do it with hobos.
Just looking at this picture, don't you want to put your hands just north of his collar and sort of rub his head with counter-circular motions of your hands? Doesn't that look like it'd be fun?
I've gotta come to the Cole Valley on Sundays more often, because it was dog central all up in there. The little guy's partially obscured, but who cares, because that brown dude is amazing. Isn't he happy-looking? Damn, you can just tell he's probably the dumbest dog you've ever met, but he will never have a bad day in his whole. Damn. LIFE.
Not 30 seconds before I got into position to take the picture you see here, this genius lifted his leg and peed on the pole his leash was tied to. Dig that look on his face, like he's positive he's done the right thing. I wonder how many more walks that leash was good for.