Noble beast. Who, you know, eats dirt and stuff. But still.
On the Cross-Marin Trail in Samuel P. Taylor State Park.
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18 comments
August 17, 2008 at 5:06 pm
urbino
Wow. That pup is growing fast. And he’s starting to look like you.
August 17, 2008 at 6:18 pm
ben wolfson
God made dirt, and dirt don’t hurt, eric.
August 17, 2008 at 7:19 pm
kathy a.
good dog.
August 17, 2008 at 7:36 pm
Cameron Blevins
What a pretty dog!
August 17, 2008 at 7:41 pm
ben wolfson
good dog.
happy man?
August 17, 2008 at 7:57 pm
eric
he’s starting to look like you
But you don’t think I look like me.
August 17, 2008 at 8:07 pm
ari
That’s a fine looking dog. And your peaches are delicious. You’re living the California dream, aren’t you? Well, minus the ocean and convertible.
August 17, 2008 at 8:44 pm
ben wolfson
Davis is a great big orchard, put a hundred down and eat a peach? In a week, maybe two, they’ll make you a full professor? That kind of thing, ari?
(And all the full professors who never were are parking cars and pumping gas.)
August 17, 2008 at 9:55 pm
urbino
But you don’t think I look like me.
Eh, I’m getting used to you. Or maybe I’m getting used to the dog, and you by extension. It’s hard to say.
How’s your doggy, ari?
August 17, 2008 at 11:13 pm
ari
She’s good. On the small side, but quite good, thanks for asking.
August 18, 2008 at 9:27 am
ben wolfson
That’s a hell of a way to ask about ari’s wife, urbino, and as for your response, ari, the less said, the better.
August 18, 2008 at 1:22 pm
Pliggett Darcy
That is truly a handsome and noble dog. One almost feels that patting him on the head would be inappropriate.
August 18, 2008 at 1:48 pm
ben wolfson
A dog like that you don’t pat on the head.
August 18, 2008 at 6:54 pm
andrew
A dog like that you have to feed every day.
August 18, 2008 at 7:27 pm
dana
This is the dog that was the little puppy, like, last week, right?
August 18, 2008 at 9:34 pm
eric
Three months ago, yes. Still a puppy, really.
August 19, 2008 at 7:35 pm
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August 20, 2008 at 12:40 pm
RobinMarie
He’s all grown up! *mumbles something incomprehensible prompted by Harry’s overwhelming cuteness* Puppy!