Blah blah blah terrier, blah blah blah derriere!

For some reason Blogger wouldn't let me post this before, but today it loves me...

A couple of weeks ago we went to the movies in Dolores Park--they were showing Best In Show and everyone on the planet brought their dogs. I of course spent the entire evening in advanced Whuzh mode; cooing admiringly at every dog that came my way (which was basically all of them. A full picnic basket meant we were belles of the ball.). I snapped a few of them:

I really wanted to take this one home with me. It was the smallest and I think even smaller than Milla. She could bully it to her heart's content. Maybe matching outfits for Christmas?






This little swing coat is killing me! Seriously, I want one. It kind of matches my new Yahoo avatar outfit. There was also a great Dane in a 10-gallon hat and bandana, little canines in littler sweaters and matching hats, or medium-sized dogs having their fat days in forgiving ponchos. Basically all the dogs were dressed better than me.



After I valiantly took the hit for the team by drinking more than my share of the wine, we went to the Lex. I am proud to submit rare photographic evidence of the particular face B adopts for her Southern accent moments:



Don't know about this one. Don't remember. I blame the Jukebox.


Thanks for showing this gal a great time DD and B!