Poppy (left) and Lily (right), all relation, were very mysterious and only communicated telepathically to each other.

Both of these dogs are Poppy, no relation.

This is Roxy. She's either my bodyguard or my probation officer.

This is Ralph. He's a big ole boy and he's perfect and we're in love.

Lucy (left) and Dakota (right) spent most of their morning trying to figure out how to play together.

This is Max. He and I fought over my coffee all morning.

Here's some of the dogs from this week:

This is Duke, and we're in love. x

disclaimer that I'm not ignoring what's going on. we can all see it. better people are making better commentary and I'll raise those voices.

all I've got is stories from doggie daycare and excellent tits.

Gotta say, even without being on, they still do a great job of dampening the noise, so big thanks to @jenayoung.bsky.social for the gift that keeps giving.

One hour into my borkday and my headphones ran out of battery. Four hours to go. It's gonna be a loud, long day.

I work at a dog boarding/daycare kennel and sometimes this leads to me doing absolutely stupid shit like sticking my very bite-vulnerable hands in the middle of two very bite-prone muzzles as if sheer force of will can protect me.

It's worked so far, though.