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Cool Sad Puppy Picture images

Dominica Miller and Oreo

Image by SheepGuardingLlama
Oreo loved his "puppy pillow" and would often sleep next to my desk in Geneseo where he is in this picture. Dominica fell asleep on the floor beside him. We had to throw out that pillow because another dog peed on it too much to clean. Oreo was very sad.

Watching Me

Image by squishyray
(kind words by a friend given to us after zeke died)

conversation at the other end of the room
more like hot air expertise
about puppies, house breaking
and of course, ‘correct’ training.
the parents of the four-footed

i am sitting by the fire
uninterested, i escape with a
picture book of pottery flipping pages
as his attentive gray eyes watch me.
i would say sad, but that would be
my unfair assumption of him

reach to touch his nose but he
doesn’t want that, only to be close
and to watch me, he doesn’t know
that a full life is only twelve

good - bye zeke

S.A.

Day 275.

Image by half alive - soo zzzz
I'm so busy lately, it's wonderful.
I chill with a person every day and it's starting to take a toll on my hip.
Stupid thing just quit hurting.
Anyway, today was good except for not being able to see Steph.
I went downtown, and brought my film to get developed.
The man working there was so nice, he made me smile and that made me happy.
I saw a puppy tied up outside and he was adorable and shivvering so I said hi to him.
Then I felt like crappy, and went on the computer.
Kassy was bored so she said she'd come see me.
I went and picked up my film, and I wrote this on my way back to the library..
"like it so much when strangers put me in a good mood. Frick i felt so crappy but the guy at the camera store made me so happy i don't even know why. He was just so nice and friendly. Plus he was pretty good lookin if i do say so myself. These pictures turned out so sweet. I'm so excited. Kassy is coming to meet up with me downtown for a little bit That'll be nice then tonight i'm seeing be kind rewind with Stephanie. :) :) :) i just really hope that my parents don't find out i skipped."
The man at the camera store was like "ya I looked for some polaroid sx-70 film (cause I asked earlier that day) and there is none : ( "
and I was like mehhh it's okay then he said "Where'd you find that kind of camrea anyway"
"ebay"
"oooooo"
"yeahhh it prob won't work very wellll"

Then I read some books and a guy told me to cheer up.
I told him I wasn't sad, just tired. : )
It was cute though.
Then Kassy came and we toook some really awesome pictures.
She's been lots of fun lately and I talk a lot around her, not like how it was at school.
At school I never really talked to her, and at school I usually avoid talking to anybody anyway.
Then I went to go see Stephanie but the frikn bus took so long I was pissing my pants.
Alecia was on the bus, and she was being soooo stupid
and makig stupid comments
and some guy came from the front and was like
"I'm gonna try this once, shut the fuck up"
ahhaha it was brilliant and I couldn't stop smiling.
Then I got to southgate around like.. 4:20 or something 4:30 probably.
So I sat there till like 5:30 and was like ;(
"she's goneeee"
I was wating for the 80 cap, and I dropped my phone and it slid across mud and junk
and this guy picked it up for me
and wiped it off on his scarf and gave it to me.
So nice.
Then the bus ride home took an hour, I almost fell asleep.
My mom got me DQ and now here I am.

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Nice Puppy Picture Frames photos

Image by wakingphotolife:
...la



Leaves that swirl in circular patterns, expanding and contracting in front of you, are ghosts walking about; you shouldn't walk through them. I learned this from Sam. I forgot the month or season in which she told me this. Or on which trip.

Now when I see swirling leaves, I step out to the side and only watch them; let them pass.

"What would happen if you did?" I said.
"It's bad luck my grandma says. I believe her."
I loved Sam's grandma so I believed her too.

Let them pass.

Sam's grandma smoked Lucky Strike Menthol’s. Her voice had the same texture as the sand that's left at the edge of the shoreline, the grains that are too heavy to make it out to sea. She shared a room, next to the hallway, with the Filipino maid.

Sam's grandma was never home. In the daytime, she was at the Jumping Gym USA next to my apartment. If not, then playing mahjong somewhere. If at home, watching TV and sneaking cigarettes late at night.

She gave me a deck of playing cards decorated with photos from Hangzhou, China on the last day I was there.
“Who’d she go with?” I asked Sam.
“She went by herself. My grandma is like this,” Sam said.
She came out to watch TV as we were packing in the living room: we had packed earlier at my apartment but took everything out when we arrived; packing kept us from thinking too much. We did it without thinking.

Sam's grandma had a big smile as she handed the deck of cards to me. Her eyes turned to slits when she smiled; I thought of the Cheshire cat from Alice In Wonderland. I said thanks in Cantonese. She told me that my Cantonese was improving and to visit again. I said I would.

I regret not getting anything for her before I left. When I first arrived, I bought two large bags of organically grown pistachios from Costco for Sam’s family. Sam's mom emptied them into a large plastic jar that was used to hold lychee jelly snacks.

I caught Sam's grandma with a handful of pistachios while watching TV once. It made me happy. Could have been July, could have been late June. It was two in the morning. Sam’s parents were out playing mahjong somewhere and wouldn’t be back until the next afternoon so I spent the night. It was rare that I did.

We watched Three Times on her parents’ bed; Sam fawned over Chang Chen until she fell asleep. “He’s too cool,” she said. We watched him ride at the stern of a fishing boat across a large harbor.
“He’s very stoic,” I said.
“What’s that mean?”
“It mean he’s cool.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Who wouldn’t be.”
“Kit’s a friend of his. They’re drinking buddies.”
“I’m jealous.”

We watched Chang Chen play pool with a beautiful woman, Shu Qi. We watched him ride across Taiwan on an old rusty bike to find her years later, wearing an immaculate pair of khakis and clean Converses. The city signs passed by: Taipei, Kaohsiung, Taichung, Tainan, and a few others. All on the western coast. Later in my life, I’d realize that the eastern coast was much more beautiful.


I sat down next to Sam’s grandma on the sofa after I was finished brushing my teeth.
The TV was turned to the news. "How old are you know?" her grandma said.
"Twenty-two."
"Are you guys going to get married soon?" She smiled. I smiled.
"Someday.”
I wondered if I’d be able to ride a bike across Hong Kong to find Sam if I had to. Since Hong Kong is much smaller than Taiwan, I reasoned I could. Someday.

She patted my knee with her bony hand. Her skin was loose, but felt solid in the way that a strong rubber-band feels solid. I could see all the dark green veins and wrinkles root up her forearm. She had a jade bracelet around her wrist which felt cold to touch.

Besides the few times that I held her elbow as we got onto the bus or the MTR, this was the only meaningful contact we had. "I'm going to bed," she said. She smiled with her Cheshire grin, tossed the pistachio shells into the trash, finished her cigarette and went into her room.

Everyone called her Mama.

I stayed on the sofa for a few more minutes and looked around: the fold out dining table with its six matching chairs pushed against the far wall: flowers in a plain transparent vase on top of the drawer next to the TV stand: the TV showing a story about a backpacker who fell to his death from the 17th floor of a hostel after being pushed over a railing: a finished and framed one thousand piece puzzle on the wall behind me: the stereo system that belonged to Sam's dad (it was never turned on during my time there, though I heard it over the phone once; he played "Voices of the Wind" from Pocahontas): Sam's sister's school uniform hanging on the the other side of the linen curtains by the window: a steam iron which I used to iron my shirt and trousers for the interview at Langham Plaza the next day: an aquarium with swirling water but no fish.

"What happened to them?" I asked once.
"We fed them too much or there was something wrong with the water so they all died. We use to have a lot too," Sam said.
Then I remembered Bibi. Sam told me she cried hard when Bibi died. The first time I visited her room, she showed me her journal with photos of the aquarium taped to the pages. Bibi looked like any other goldfish - small, lazy, curious and gold. Not much different than Fatty Jr., the smaller of my pair of goldfishes. The photo captions were written in Chinese and I don't remember what it said when she translated it for me. I looked in it when she was sleeping once. There was a list of many dinners with the names of many men who I didn't know and she never mentioned. Everyone's entitled to their past; I closed it and went back to bed. And never said a word.

I found the TV remote behind one of the Monchichi cushions. Sam's mom had a thing for Monchichi, monkey dolls with upturned puppy dog eyes and freckles. Below the one thousand piece puzzle was a pair of Monchichi plush dolls, a boy and girl version. They were holding hands and leaning against the wall.

The desire for cute things ran through Sam's family. Every inch of her sister's disk was cluttered with Buzz Lightyear paraphernalia. Her mom had Monchichi. Sam slept with a big Rilakkuma teddy bear who I was the father of. It was a beige brown, dots for eyes, and looked as lazy as the photos of the goldfish. Sam's dad seemed too cool for cute things. For work, he stitched the inside labels for Ralph Lauren Polo and his English name was Andrew. Andrew drank Pabst while reading the Apple Daily in the kitchen late at night. It was strange to think that he was the same man who bought the Monchichi dolls and cushions but I knew it was to please his wife. It was the same kind of thinking that allowed me to drag Teddy into bed with us.

Sam's grandma had her Lucky Strike Menthol's, playing cards from Hangzhou and an unlimited supply of coins which she took to Jumping Gym USA to dispense. She played that game where you slid coins into the machine, hope it would land just right, and cause the other coins, in stacks at the bottom, to fall. What she won or did with all her tickets, I never knew. Sam told me she used to be very rich but a lot of sons and daughters took her wealth and never looked back.


It was a humid day and there was a lot of people in Mong Kok. There always is. But this day was crazy. The sunlight was harsh (I had become use to the pollution haze so a normal clear day became blinding) and it made me feel annoyed. The interview was not in Langham Plaza but next to it.

The interviewer was a nice woman. She had short hair and her office was on the 30th floor above a cluster of toy shops and boutiques. Behind her chair was a wide window with a view over the rest of Mong Kok. Her name was Faye Szeto and she seemed to be very a solid woman. Very career oriented.

I showed her my degree and certificates when she asked me to. We talked about California some. She had studied in UCLA when she was younger. "I take it your degree is signed by Arnold Schwarzenegger?”
"It is." I showed her the signature; there it was.
“Do you want to know what it sounds like in Cantonese?”
I said I didn’t know. I listened then I laughed.
“It’s ridiculous isn’t it?”
“Yeah it is.”
"How's your Cantonese?"
"Okay la," I said. Laughed again.

At the end of the interview she said: "It'll be hard since you're so young and you look young too. I'll be honest, these things might not matter much in the States, but they do here, especially with the private and auxiliary schools. There's also the fact that you need a visa sponsorship. I've had fully credentialed teachers from the states who were turned down because of this. I don't mean to discourage you but this is how it is. Still...I like you and I'll do what I can to help you find something. You don't mind children and working weekends right?"
"Not at all," I said.
"Good." She gave me her card. "I'll give you a call in a week or two. Or if you don't hear back from me, just give me a call instead."
We shook hands. Since the elevator was full and there was an additional crowd of people waiting, I took the stairs. Sam was waiting outside.

We had lunch at Cafe de Coral. I wasn't in the mood to eat but it was lunch time. I told Sam everything that Ms. Szeto told me. Sam looked sad. We stopped talking for a few minutes and she looked outside the window. I took a photo of her bare shins and white Converses in the window reflection. "You look cute today," I said, "What were you doing when I was inside?"
"Just wandering in the shops around there."
"She was really nice. I think there's a chance at least. Let's a buy a set of catbuses if it happens."

Days came. Days went. She cried and cried and I held her a lot.

Add oil la.


Later on, my mom found a Polaroid of Sam and I that was cut in half. She took it out of my waste basket and put it in her safe inside my parent's closet. I think she was sad too. "Don't throw your pictures away. You're my son," she would say much later on.


Add oil la.


I took Sam to meet my cousin Joan and her fiance Sean. They were recently engaged. Sam and I saw the photos online while I was with them. Sam’s mom saw them too. The diamond was huge and was presented by a trained dolphin in a swimming pool in Hawaii.

Joan wanted me to be a best-man but I lived too far to keep up with all the planning. She wanted a wedding photographer but I wasn’t confident then and only had film cameras. I felt bad.

The four of us went to Sean's sister's place. Sean’s sister, Mimi, and her husband had just bought a new home in Milpitas. They were planning to have dinner from Buca di Beppo and asked us to come along. Sam and I sat in the backseat of Sean’s new Lexus IS. “You can tell the difference,” Sam said, “It’s so quiet in here. You can’t hear the wind at all.” I was very happy. It was a nice ride, the dinner was good, and I liked taking Sam to see new homes.

They had two cats, Snowball and Oreo, who had eyes like humans. They were named after the color patterns of their fir. They looped around our legs as we ate and jumped onto the surface of the dining room table when we were having pistachio gelato.

Sam and I loved cats so we were happy. We talked about the cat cafe in Tsim Sha Tsui and how a gray Persian had leaped onto the table, in the same way, and stole a clam from Sam’s linguini.

Oreo bent its head underneath Sam’s hand. "These cats are scary though," Sam said, "They look too smart. I feel like they're reading my mind or seeing into my soul."
I laughed. I was thinking the same thing. But, I reasoned that since they were big fat cats, it was only natural that they should have large intelligent eyes.
"Are they Main Coons?" I said.
"Actually, I forgot. Let me ask Kevin...Sweetie! What breed are Snowball and Oreo again?"
Kevin was setting up the instruments in the living room for Rock Band. "Oreo's a Norwegian Forest Cat and Snowball’s a Maine Coon. But chubby versions.” He had a guitar strapped across the front of his body and two drum sticks, real ones, tucked through the back belt loops of his shorts. He didn’t turn around. He was focused.
“We fed them more on purpose,” Mimi said.

As a band, our best song was "Creep". It was only natural. Sam and I loved Radiohead. We had numerous OK Computer puns. “My computer froze!” Sam would say.
“That’s because you don’t have an OK Computer la,” I would say.

Mimi sang, Sean played bass, I was on guitar and Joan, drums. Kevin was doing dishes in the kitchen. Sam watched all of us from the sofa while stroking the underside of Oreo’s neck.

It was a happy night. I will remember this night for the rest of my life.


"Do you remember Joan and Sean? They bought a house next to San Francisco. Sean asked me to help him set up his home stereo. It's quite nice of them to ask me. I don't mind spending their money for them."
"Of course! I met them. You forgot," Sam said.
"You’re right. God, that felt so long ago... We should have spent the night there when they asked us too."
"Yeah, we should have."
"We always end up going home. I'm sorry."
"It's okay la."
"Regret la."

Sully & pup-pups

Image by Uncle Bill2
...again, with the pup-pups. (Chihuahuamania!)

Phonar Workshop#1 part 2 page 1 of 2

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Phonar Workshop 1 Task 2 - Theme 'I Wish I'd Taken That'

After thinking about the images which I had already taken there was one 'Mannqeuinn' which I kept comparing to 'Tattooed...'. From that and a comment made by Annilina (www.flickr.com/photos/annamarques/) about how two of the original image could 'fit one into another' I decided to try and find my images which were loosely like the other images from the first workshop.

Stranger on a Scooter - Taken in Brighton North Lanes (UK). An enthusiastic passer by spontaneously posed by the scooter which I had previously been taking a picture of.

The second page is more alike than the first, but I did say they were loosely alike.

Likeness: Ok, this ones a longshot but the mostaches and the way one subject is distracted and the other focused on something outside of the frame. The right image, although in colour, still has a black&white wall effect.
Top left. Brussels by Henri Cartier-Bresson 1932
Top Right: Schnauzer Puppies by Lee Miles

The way the subjects are posing in a theatrical over the top pose.
Bottom left. Moped by Lee Miles 2010 (www.flickr.com/photos/leemiles/5084382518/in/photostream)
Bottom right. Louise Brooks by Eugene Robert Richee 1928

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Cool Puppy Picture Frames images

Molly as a puppy!

Image by Dillon K. Hoops

Puppies + Me

Image by polaroid667
Marlene took this picture of me and the puppies.

Vicky With Puppies

Image by Vicky TGAW
Photos that I found in old picture frames from my maternal grandmother.

Me with Clemetine's puppies.

View my blog at tgaw.wordpress.com

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you're going to have your picture taken

you're going to have your picture taken

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Image by ctaylor photography
First pictures of my Brother In-Laws Rottweiler Puppy at 8 weeks.

"sick of you taking pictures of me"

Image by T3I Erick

Interesting Miss

Image by TheRogue
While taking pictures of Solo, the rottweiler puppy, I snapped this. There were a lot more misses like this, but for some reason I found this one interesting.

Asta and her prey 2

Image by Acumen Pictures
One shot focus and you'r lost when the dog is approaching you unexpected.. The result a not perfectly sharp picture, but still a lovely shot.

Asta is a 75% Rottweiler and 25% Mastino of approximaly 7 weeks old.

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Try Holding a Kitten Still for a Picture

Try Holding a Kitten Still for a Picture

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I wanted a cute portrait, but Maní wanted to get down and play -

Watch Viva's kittens continue to grow and develop in Looking for Love: Part 4

#317 in a series for one photo a day for a year

Kitten

Image by carnifex82
He just couldn't stop moving for a second for a better picture

Waltzing kittens

Image by Pacificat Ragdolls
First pictures of Penny's first litter which was born on April 26th.

Waltzing kittens

Image by Pacificat Ragdolls
First pictures of Penny's first litter which was born on April 26th.

Kittens up close

Image by hopeandmegan
Took some pictures with my real camera (instead of the cell phone)

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Cool Sad Puppy Picture images

Graphic, They died because of how they LOOKED only ...

Image by Beverly & Pack
These pictures have made it onto the Westword Blog the Denver news blog.

When people go to visit their dogs in the Denver shelter, and have to leave their dogs there--actually walk away--as the dogs are screaming to go with them, it is almost too much to take. And the dogs have no idea how they got from their comfy sofas to that concrete hellhole. Many that have experienced this have said they have never heard their dog make that panicky sound before.

About the photos...

These are pictures of just one load of dogs that Denver has rounded up and killed as part of their breed ban. "Well," you might say, "dogs are killed every day in shelters across the land." Yes, they are and it is all awful. But these were dogs who had homes. These were owned dogs that got picked up and killed for what they look like, not for anything they did. Underneath this pile of dead dogs, but not shown, were something like twelve puppies that were not even weaned yet. The photographer wanted to show them, but didn't have the heart to move the bodies of the adults around to show the puppies. Either way, this is how a breed ban manifests itself--in the rounding up and killing family dogs.

big dog little dog

Image by istolethetv
these pups live in my neighborhood. when i saw them i got tunnel vision and abruptly hung up on the person i was talking to on my cell my manpanion. the little one was moving too much (and my camera was being too fussy) to get a good, close-up picture of it. sad.

but, brightside: the picture found its way onto lifehacker. huzzah!

Sam

Image by Scott Hammond
Sam short for Samantha belongs to my Parents. When I was a child my dad worked with German Shepherd Guard dogs at the prison. One of his favorite dogs was one called Samantha. Eventually the prison put all of the dogs down as they figured it would save money. They where 14 of the most beautiful German Shepherds you ever saw.

The sad thing is down the road they bought a bunch more, and again came to conclusion it was cheaper to put them all down then keep them. Now they use labs in the prison's around here, in part I believe because it's against the inmates right's to have intimidating dog's. Sad.

Anyway's over the years my dad became very attached to her, and when it came time to put them down he tried desperately to convince them that he would adopt her. However as with everything in the Government their mentality was get rid of rather then allowing someone to rescue them. It was a ruff time for him, being how much time he spent with these dogs. There is even pictures of me as a baby in the cage with Samanatha "The big tuff attack dog". Long story short my Mom named Sam after Samantha as she knew how much my Father cared for that dog.

Longing Gaze

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I love this picture, my eyes look very pretty, and the stare is captivating. My hair looks cool too.

Never a Sad Day in His Life

Image by frankpierson
While taking pictures I snapped a couple of my dog Riley. It astounds me how he is one of the happiest dogs I've ever seen. No matter who is around he likes to play and always seems to be smiling.

The advantage to being the runt of the litter is he will always be the size of a puppy so people aren't afraid of him like they are full size german shepherds.

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Cool Cute Puppy Picture images

New Puppy

Image by qJake
A family friend picked up a new puppy the other day, and brought it over. I took the opportunity to shoot a few pictures.

Sick Daisy Still Looks Cute

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Daisy picture runner-up for August 24ths 365. How she manages to even look cute while she's sick is amazing to me. I laugned when she gave me this look through the cam. She does the head tilt when she's thinking..sooo adorable.

New Puppy

Image by qJake
A family friend picked up a new puppy the other day, and brought it over. I took the opportunity to shoot a few pictures.

New Puppy

Image by qJake
A family friend picked up a new puppy the other day, and brought it over. I took the opportunity to shoot a few pictures.

New Puppy

Image by qJake
A family friend picked up a new puppy the other day, and brought it over. I took the opportunity to shoot a few pictures.

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Cool Puppy Picture images

puppy jack

Image by jermlac
right after we got jack from the spca, he would not look at the camera. he's so little in this picture.

Expect to be seeing lots of puppy pictures for the next few months.

Image by cecilyupton

Sleepy puppy

Image by ckpicker
I snuck up on him and took this picture while he was laying on the couch...

Darn, If I Know Why I Have This Picture

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Puppy chocolate labradors

Image by hodge
One last puppy picture, I promise. Maybe.

See the C.A.F.E. discussion here.

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Nice Sad Puppy Picture photos

Wednesday at the vet

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Crappy Camera Phone picture of Wednesday at the vet last night. She came home this morning. Home alone with Schuman - she should be fine :) A little drowsy and obviously in pain. But, she looks like she wants to play and stuff, so she's fine. Has a pain med patch, and some pills -- as well as some antibiotics. Also, as soon as we got home --- she walked though the house and went out the dog-door and into the yard and pooped. SHE POOPED OUTSIDE ON HER OWN! *squee* *izahappydaddy*

I'll check on her when I get home on lunch - maybe take some more pics -- we'll see.

I'd rather see a dead puppy than this image

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They're just like pictures in a book, Danny. They can't hurt you.

35o

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Happy christmas with the puppy and the tree. TGIF and we got ALL the weekend free with Pen&Loop !

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