"Hotlips" enjoyed sniffing the I-5 breezes as we sped down to Portland. He caught way more serious air than you see here; my camera wasn't cooperating. People were driving past cracking up at his giant inside-out flapping chops.

We spent the last 3 days in Portland, house shopping. That's right, we're buying a house and moving there soon. Seattle is filled with too many fancy shmancy towering condo monstrosities and we can't afford anything here. So Portland, here we come. It was hot there, although not as hot as it had been 2 days before (105, 108 degrees, something horrid like that). Otis spent some time upside down in da box patiently waiting and panting as we perused one skanky cheap ranch house after another...

"Shag the Dog"

"FrankenFido -
Our creepiest genetic invention, the dog."

This time starring in "The Untimely Demise of the Yoga Ball". Whoops.

Sharky belongs to my friend Jennifer. I dog-sat her a couple times before Otis came along. She is one cute bugger. She has some of the best ears ever.

This dog puts Otis's koo-koo eyeballs to shame.

Gazelle dogs. Boing, boing.

Ian's hotly anticipated latest film pontificates on the bizarre (un)natural behaviours of L'Otis. In this one you can fully comprehend just why he is so skinny- cleary our dear Lord above was not thinking much about the proper intake of sustenance when he created these English Pointers! Witness, the Lips, which can eat only themselves:

Click Here for the Movie!

Otis went through a phase where all of his poops were rather fancy, somewhat like a Hershey's Kiss with a jaunty little point on top. Then it stopped, and they've been normal old dog poop logs ever since.

This image pretty much sums up what it's like trying to train Otis in the out of doors.

Here's Olive, who I think is Pitbull x Beaver. She was found roaming the street in Capitol Hill by a woman waiting in line for the movies, who ended up keeping her. She appears to have had some puppies in her life, judging by her portly and mammary-laden physique. Otis harasses her a bit too much and sometimes feels the matronly wrath. She comes up to you and sits on your feet or leans on your leg and gazes up at you with a huge grin on her face.

I love this one. His name is Miller. How handsome is this dog? Wow. He looks like he'd make you laugh a lot.



*of course I nabbed all these pictures from various sites and have no idea who took them so please write to me and tell me if you see your image on here and want me to credit you or remove it. Sorry.

Since I got Otis I've been checking out Pointers of various types online. It's addicting. They have names like "Bud", "Judd", "Ned", "Ike", "Pete", "Jake", "Charlie", "Belle", "Woody", "Chief", "Corky", "Hank", "Nelson", "Chase", "Hal"...
Here's one source of my digital pointer porn: Pointer Rescue

Here's a super handsome, Otis-ish dude who was listed on there for adoption a few months back. He has the same tongue-out-the-side-of-the-jowls "DUHHHHH" look to him: