Tony! Tony! Tony!

Border terrier Tony (here, hot and bothered, and not too willingly being posed by his promoter-owner) has his own website www.tonysez.com and blog and career, apparently, but is not, just to avoid confusion, a member of the naff New Jack Swing group of the 80s known as Tony! Toni! Toné. Just FYI.

Rocky

Certain dog owners are very concerned that you correctly identify their pet's sex. The Muttropolitan Diarist's mother is one of these people. Once upon a time said mother owned two English bulldogs, both female. Perhaps because of their blocky, butch aspect these dogs were often identified by strangers as male. This perturbed the Diarist's mother enough that she went out and bought two bright pink colors (for the dogs, not herself). The bulldogs in question really did not appear to give a crap about the gender-reassignment-by-stranger issue but wore the collars nonetheless and were, thenceforce, more often than not identified as ladies, not gents and the Diarist's mother, it is assumed, rested easy for reasons that remain elusive to the Diarist. (Years later the Diarist encountered a bulldog wearing a pink collar selected, her owner explained, for the very same reason.)

Pit bull toddler Rocky's owner likewise took umbrage when the Muttropolitan Diarist asked how old "she" is. "He's a boy," the owner said.
"Oh, he's so cute. What's his name?"
"Rocky. He's a boy." OKAY I GOT IT. HE'S A BOY.

Binky

a.k.a. Binks, is a very sweet-tempered lady of a certain age. Part maybe Beagle, possibly Golden? Her equally charming owner Phillip plugged his friend's site, Urbanhound.com which is full of practical information for dog owners. The Muttropolitan Diarist does not know from practical information; the Muttropolitan Diarist supplies only canine eye candy, all of it for free.

Alexia

ooh fuzzy wuzzy three month old Bernese Mountain puppy with gloop in her eyes

Angelica Rose

A runt to some, this doted-upon Welsh Terrier is her owner's "bundle of joy".

more proof of the epidemic

I would like to line up all the English bulldogs in Manhattan named Lola and see if they stretch the entire length of Broadway. (Then I would also like to still all traffic so we could hear them panting in their trademark stuffed-up way.)

But clearly this chap could not be happier with his little dewy eyed Lola. Because obviously, she is one of a kind.

Meet Miss Pickles

Muttropolitan Diarist: "What kind of dog is Pickles?"
Owner: "Part beagle, part pig."

Oh, I see.

Apparently many people assume Pickles is a boy because, according to the owner "Pickles is a boy's name." Who knew? Nine year-old Pickles is rather shy on the street, and quite skittish (she's a rescue dog) but doesn't hold back when it comes to eating whatever she can find on the sidewalk. "I should have named her Kirby," the owner said. "After the vacuum cleaner."