Bae Caught Me Slippin

Barley, a dog, sits facing into the sun, caught on camera from a distance.

Barley, a dog, sits facing into the sun, caught on camera from a distance. Barley treats sunning herself on the deck much like a kid treats jumping into a pool. Given the opportunity, she’ll dive in and get herself a dose of sunlight. Then, once she’s too hot, she’ll come back inside and fall asleep. What’s fun is that she’ll get her sundoses on her own if the door is open. Here, she was spotted at a distance, having gone out to face the day star all on her own, and did not realize she was being observed. She came back in of her own accord about 10 minutes later.

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Bring Barley Bees!

Barley, a dog, makes a needy, expectant face when confronted with snacks made of barley grass.

Barley, a dog, makes a needy, expectant face when confronted with snacks made of barley grass. Bring! Treats For Dogs is a small business that sells baked snacks for pups. There’s a lot to love about their product: Made in small batches, using human-grade ingredients, they are nevertheless also quite reasonably priced! So imagine my surprise when I learned that they sell treats that literally have Barley’s name on them. There wasn’t any question - I had to get them.

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Juniper Friday! Gargoyles

Juniper and Barley, two dogs, sit on a turn in the stairs and observe from on high.

Juniper and Barley, two dogs, sit on a turn in the stairs and observe from on high. As much fun as I like to have contrasting Barley and Juniper’s distinctive personalities, there’s no denying that in their years together, they nevertheless shared many traits and habits. In addition to being almost exactly the same size (to within 2 pounds or so), they were very in tune with us and with one another, following the perceived ebb and flow of the pack. As such, despite seeing the world very differently, each was also willing to go along with the other’s preoccupations to some degree - team players despite sometimes playing completely different sports.

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Care To Join Me?

Barley, a dog, sits atop a big wooden lawn chair, next to a smaller, empty seat.

Barley, a dog, sits atop a big wooden lawn chair, next to a smaller, empty seat. As I’ve noted in the past, a real perk of Barley’s temperament is that she just wants to hang. Plop yourself into a lawn chair (or better yet, onto the grass proper) and she immediately takes the hint that it’s time to chill out and soak in the scenery.

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The Fortress Of Softitude

Barley, a dog, sleeps deeply in her new workplace accommodations.

Barley, a dog, sleeps deeply in her new workplace accommodations. Moving to a new office affords the possibility to get Barley some new digs. Here, she sleeps on a dog bed positioned atop her old dog bed (double dog bed comfort!). While this cage is plenty large enough for her, there are not currently any plans to close the door - instead, it provides an armature for the sun-shielding blanket up top, ensuring that her snoozing isn’t disrupted by solar intrusions.

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FIRE USE ONLY

Barley, a dog, is unperturbed by the restraints placed on a fire hydrant.

Barley, a dog, is unperturbed by the restraints placed on a fire hydrant. I’ve long found the cultural association of dogs with fire hydrants pretty funny - I suspect it says a lot more about the banality of a previous generation’s urban and suburban landscaping (more precisely, the lack of trees and bushes) than it does about any intrinsic appeal. As such, I wasn’t surprised that Barley didn’t find this particular cenobite-lookin’ hydrant especially interesting: Here, you can see her gently wondering why we’ve stopped and looking to me to see what’s up.

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Making Do(or)

Barley, a dog, stands beside a makeshift barrier on a wooden deck.

Barley, a dog, stands beside a makeshift barrier on a wooden deck. When a summer habit of leaving the door onto the deck open found itself at odds with having forgotten to pack the gate to keep Barley from wandering off into the neighborhood, a committee was convened to assess possible stopgap measures. While the resulting design did indeed stop both the figurative and literal gaps, it also led to some visible consternation on the part of some subsequent package delivery folk.

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The Floor Is Empty, And All The Toys Are Here

Barley, a dog, sleeps atop a heap of plush dog toys, on a dog bed, all crammed onto a futon.

Barley, a dog, sleeps atop a heap of plush dog toys, on a dog bed, all crammed onto a futon. There’s a great deal of unevenness is Barley’s toy preference. The toy she chooses to thrash when she’s feeling feisty tilts heavily toward those that are floppier and fuzzier, and the mere act of thrashing tends to spread toys out, pushing the less popular candidates off into corners. As such, there is no natural scenario in which her toys will become heaped in one place; such stacking is instead some contrived move on my part, a Deus Ex Vacuo when it’s time to clean the carpet. Despite never arranging them in this way herself, Barley’s a big fan of these heaps when they happen, and will plop herself down right on top of them all to snooze for as long as the heap endures.

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Juniper Friday! A Bewildering Reunion

Juniper, a puppy, wrestles with Kona, another puppy.

Juniper, a puppy, wrestles with Kona, another puppy. Juniper was the smallest puppy in a litter of eleven who were born into the shelter from which we adopted her. At a scant 16 weeks of age, she was taking frequent walks around the apartment complex where we were living at the time. One such sunny day, a guy walking a puppy of his own spotted me from a distance, then ran over to me and shouted, with clear enthusiasm, “Is that a Fairy puppy?!” Indeed it was, for Fairy was Juniper’s black mouth cur mother. Kona, the dark-snouted pup tusslin’ with Juniper in this photo, is Juniper’s brother, born in the same litter. The mutual recognition was immediate and they started bumbling all over one another with such vigor that we let them both off leash so they wouldn’t tie each other into a puppy knot. As it turns out, another couple in the complex had coincidentally adopted Kona from the same shelter, and having spotted us in the distance, his owner decided, correctly, that the pups looked similar enough to ask. Ultimately, Juniper and Kona never spent all that much time together. They would see one another around the property from time to time, but before long everyone had moved away from that apartment complex anyway. Nevertheless, their few brief orbits around one another before their paths diverged was one of the factors that inspired us to consider adopting a second dog soon. Barley joined us only a few…

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The High Road

Barley, a dog, stands high atop a gravel pile and seems astonished by all it allows her to see.

Barley, a dog, stands high atop a gravel pile and seems astonished by all it allows her to see. In keeping with her spirit of taking the world exactly as it comes to her, Barley does not seem to realize that climbing on top of things lets you see much further into the distance. In this case, she needed to be actively cajoled into climbing this gravel pile. Once she was up there, however, her whole body sort of stilled as she panned her head left and right, as if astonished that a whole new topography had sprung up from behind her horizon line.

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Ready For Mischief

Barley, a dog, sits at attention with an expectant look.

Barley, a dog, sits at attention with an expectant look. If you, dear reader, have been following along with these posts for any length of time, you know that this is not a Barley At Rest. This is a vision of a Barley with a large amount of potential energy, a wound spring ready to leap into action. She doesn’t have an objective yet: I’m not holding a treat (or else she would be fully focused, wide-eyed and close-mouthed) or a toy she wants to play (or else she would be on her feet). Despite this, she’s clearly ready for whatever comes next, and she’s pretty sure it’s going to be good.

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Overexposure

Barley, a dog, grins and pants in the sunlight.

Barley, a dog, grins and pants in the sunlight. Done judiciously, I think there’s a lot of aesthetic value in photography with “incorrect” exposure levels. As no great solarbaby myself, I’ve often had the experience of finding the day to be “too sunny” and never feeling like I can see clearly even after my eyes have had time to adjust. Given how enthusiastic Barley is about squinting in the radiant heat of summer sunshine, my phone’s slightly overwhelmed sensor is capturing something essential about how she must be feeling at this moment.

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Serious Business

Barley, a dog, chews forcefully on a toy bone made of black rubber.

Barley, a dog, chews forcefully on a toy bone made of black rubber. Among Barley’s “just for chewing” toys, her Mammoth TireBiter bone is the clear favorite. If she’s beside herself with excitement and is told to “go get a toy” to displace that excitement, she’ll almost always grab this bone if she has a clear sightline to it. When she chews on it, she does so with an almost trance-like intensity, her eyes unfocused and the rest of her body slack and forgotten as her will is concentrated in her jaw. I enjoy idly wondering what kind of canine emotion underpins this all-business chompin’.

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Now Face North

Barley, a dog, happens to turn to face in the same direction as a concrete owl statue.

Barley, a dog, happens to turn to face in the same direction as a concrete owl statue. I feel I can say with confidence that Barley is always standing in the place that she lives, but does not think about direction and has never once wondered why she hasn’t before.

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Glamourshots

Barley, a dog, is photographed from the shoulders up in 3/4 profile.

Barley, a dog, is photographed from the shoulders up in 3/4 profile. I’m routinely struck by how strikingly, unpretentiously photogenic Barley is. No doubt, this cohost account has rewired my brain a bit to be on the lookout for photo opportunities, but as much I’m biased, I feel like Barley approaches some Platonic ideal for some Kind Of Dog. On the one hand, this makes the chain of happenstance that brought her and I together feel all the more unlikely (an illusion, of course, since everything in life is the exception and there is no rule); on the other hand, it makes her complete innocence, her constitutional inability to exhibit vanity, all the more endearing.

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Juniper Friday! Bedbuds

Juniper, a dog, is snuggled up with Barley, another dog, on a dog beg that is made extra-comfy by an additional pillow.

Juniper, a dog, is snuggled up with Barley, another dog, on a dog beg that is made extra-comfy by an additional pillow. It’s wild to think that this photo is from over 5 years ago. Eagle-eyed fans will notice both that Barley is not yet wearing her signature high-viz collar, nor does Juniper have any gray around her snout at all. Here, we see the adoptive sisters after living together for mere weeks, and over a year before they would eventually be separated by thousands of miles. Each is now living a full and exciting life on their respective coast, but I can’t help but be nostalgic for that period in their then-young lives when they were thick as thieves.

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Dusty Miller

Barley, a dog, sniffs at a patch of plants whose leaves are covered in a fine white hair-like surface, creating the appearance of being "dusty."

Barley, a dog, sniffs at a patch of plants whose leaves are covered in a fine white hair-like surface, creating the appearance of being “dusty.” Growing up, my father made several attempts to interest me in gardening, never with any success. So complete was my lack of interest that he improvised various tactics, one of which was a scheme to award me a quarter any time he was gardening and I identified a plant in the yard. I learned exactly one plant name: “Dusty Miller,” an ornamental plant that comes in many strains, all of which have thick ‘trichomes’ on their surface, making them look hairy, fuzzy, or dusty (depending on your distance from them). Daily, over a summer week, I would exit the house and ambush my father, pointing to the plant and declaring that I could identify Dusty Miller; upon receiving my quarter, I would turn on my heels and return inside. Eventually, my frustrated father cut me off, but not before demanding to know why I hadn’t bothered to learn any of the other plants (which I genuinely couldn’t tell apart). He wasn’t satisfied by the reply that I didn’t see what was wrong with coming out 25¢ ahead. The irony of it all is that I’m not even 100% sure Barley is sniffing Dusty Miller in this photo.

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Catch A Ride!

Barley, a dog, looks up quizzically from the car backseat on which she is laying.

Barley, a dog, looks up quizzically from the car backseat on which she is laying. This proved a surprisingly difficult photo to take, because I was sharing the back seat with Barley at the time, and she was adamant that the best place for her head was on my lap. This resulted in an angle I couldn’t square with my desire to get the monkey in frame. After a bit of cajoling, she finally looked up at me with what felt at the time as an admonition that I should stop squirming around so she could snooze, and I was able to snap this pic and then relent, letting her drift off as the highway sped along beneath us.

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Lavendog

Barley, a dog, scans the neighborhood as she sits in front of a lavender bush.

Barley, a dog, scans the neighborhood as she sits in front of a lavender bush. I was struck by visual synergy of Barley’s blue-themed accessories, the bright blue sky, and the blue-indigo of some particularly bright lavender. However, I quickly realized that we would have to press on before I could take too many pictures. The lavender, you see, had attracted a rather large number of bees, and moments after taking this picture, Barley began to get a little too curious about their slow, hovering flight right at her eye line. So we pressed on.

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