Friday, December 21, 2007
saucisson en croute
This sausage is not technically en croute (that is to say, wrapped in a pastry) but really, the parka effect is much the same. This fellow goes by the name of Dieter. Always amusing when people give their dogs nationally-correct names. The literal translation of the German "dachshund", you might know, is not in fact "snausage" or "wiener" but "badger dog". Feel free to share this little nugget of knowledge at your next holiday party, perhaps when you are jostling for that tray of cocktail sausages.
apologies
To all who have been waiting, patiently or not, for new photos. We here at Muttropolitan Diary were experiencing some technical difficulties which have, we believe, been resolved.
For now.
For now.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
weimeraners waiting
But why have you left us tied up outside this place? In the cold? Why, why, why? For comfort I will rest my gray chin on my brother's back. And wait.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
teeny-tiny itty-bitty jack russell puppydog
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
That's some Catahoula
The Muttopolitan Diarist's one and only niece (pictured, left) informed the Diarist that this dog (pictured, right) is an Australian Catahoula Leopard Dog. The Diarist originally thought this niece, who is something of a joker, was joking—mais non. There is in fact such a breed, although there appears to be some debate and said dog might in fact be a Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Dog. At any rate, these dogs are cute and the next time a 13 year-old tries to 'splain you something, pay attention.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Taco will tear your head off
Small but ferocious, Taco the Chihuahua doesn't want any pets from strangers. But he does love his own people, including his dark-eyed girl.
Duke of Lydonville
Upstairs at the Lyndonville Freighthouse in Lydonville, Vermont you will find an electric train set-up and a 13-year-old retired border collie by the name of Duke. After many years of herding cattle, Duke now spends his days asleep outside his master's office.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Maude, sad-eyed southern belle
While traveling in South Carolina, Maude's owner read an article about an abandoned dog and her pups, got sad, contacted the people from the paper, and returned to New York with a golden-eyed puppy: part Rhodesian Ridgeback, part Basset hound (hence sad eyes), part... gingerbread?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
toddler and dog locked in to-the-death who-is-cuter battle
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Clover
This stand at the greenmarket sells only vegetables, yet Clover was in heaven, wriggling around, hoping someone was going to give her...what? An eggplant? Get a hold of yourself, Clover.
cute 'n dangerous
Sugar looks very much like a strange make-believe hybrid anime creature who should by all rights be sooo cuddly and talk in a high baby voice and have a personality that matches her cotton candy fluff fur and moniker but Sugar is the most aggressive dog I have encountered so far. She is not messing around. Sugar would just as soon rip your hand off as look at you with her giant inky black dewdrop eyes. Seriously.
Maxie, cheesedog
I don't know that Bouvier de Flandres were specifically bred to guard goat cheese, but that is what you can find Maxie doing twice weekly at the Patches of Star goat cheese stall at the Union Square greenmarket.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Buddy and his short, fat brother
Buddy could not be sweeter. His owner described him as "very old and very smart" and his brother the Chihuahua (whose ear you can see behind Buddy's head, and who revealed himself with much mystery for a brief moment in the dusk) as "very fat."
Cute dog, grumpy owner
Muttropolitan Diarist: Do you mind if I take a picture of your dog?
Tall, Striking, Glamorous, possibly Swedish lady: WHAT?
MD: "Is it OK if I take a picture of your dog?"
TSGPSL: (grumpily): OK, but don't TOUCH him!
MD: Alright already.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Petey gets some lovin', strikes out for greener pastures
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Z the I.G.
If you want an Italian Greyhound (aka I.G.) and want to get one from a rescue, forget about the Northeast, says the owner of Z the I.G., and head west, where big dogs are king and little ones plentiful. Z was scooped up from a I.G. rescue in Colorado and taken back to New York where she acquired this lovely cableknit sweater.
Sophie, wee Pomeranian
According to The Good Book, aka Wikipedia:
Pomerania (Polish: Pomorze, German and Swedish: Pommern, Kashubian: Pòmòrze or Pòmòrskô, Latin: Pomerania or Pomorania) means "country by/next to/along the sea." The Polish name, "Pomorze," is literally "seacoast", referring to its proximity to the Baltic Sea.
I have heard that the people of Pomerania are (were, I suppose, since the country is no more...but perhaps people in that area still identify as such?) are every bit as social butterfly-ish as these little fluffernutters. But they are no doubt not as easy to transport.
Friday, October 26, 2007
wiener, bound for Marc Jacobs on Bleecker
West Village furry
This is Buba, though I'm not sure how to spell her name since her owner pronounced it "boo-bah" as in sis-boom-bah but then said "you know, like bubeleh" which, if we were being strict about it, would mean the dog's nickname should likely be prounounced "boo-buh" but anyway.
Boo-bah's owner pointed out the strong resemblance between dog and dog toy.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Jamieson, Union Square
Jamieson was enticed to pose at the Greenmarket not with a cookie, nor a bone, nor a pig's ear, but with some local, seasonal produce: a solitary brussel sprout, fresh off the stalk. So Alice Waters, Jamieson.
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