One month of Kifl

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After it became clear that Facebook was going to comply eagerly with the Trump regime, I stopped posting personal updates and dog photos on the site (and on Instagram).

Instead, they go on Bluesky. You can see the full thread of Kifl photos from the start of 2025 there, but I thought I’d put the first month of them here too (that’s as much as Threadsky included).

I was going to put them on my new Patreon page, but the images didn’t paste in. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Kifl is a LONG terrier: stretched all the way out on the sofa, except that her front paws are folded up on top of her.

Her belly, which is conspicuously available for rubbing, looks ridiculously pink under a thin covering of soft black fur.

Kifl again: this time looking very tired, wrapped around a unicorn cushion, her chin plopped down on it, her leg draped around its side.

Bonus Kifl from last night.

Kifl viewed from above her head, down her body. She is receiving bellyrubs.

Kifl of the morning to you.

Kifl is slumped on the sofa, resting her head on one leg. She is looking up at you, the viewer, as if wondering why it isn't breakfast time yet.

This evening’s Kifl.

Kifl is swathed in blankets, as if cosy as heck - but she looks oddly mournful.

Bonus Kifl from early last year.
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Fergus Murray@oolong.co.uk

My dog is very handsome.
#wauzer

Kifl, a dark-furred terrier, sleeps beautifully on the back of a sofa.

Afternoon Kifl.

You may like to know that her belly (which I am rubbing) smells of honey.

I have no idea why.
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Kifl (who regular readers may already know is a smallish terrier-type dog, with mostly black fur but a brown moustache and a patch of white on her chest) lies on her back, paws folded ahead of her, gazing at the viewer.

Kifl, still lying on her back, is now pointing her nose towards the ceiling.

Yesterday Kifl did an exceptionally mighty yawn. Look at that tongue go!

#blep #dogsOfBluesky

Kifl lies on the back of the sofa, with one paw draped in front and the other folded neatly underneath. She is doing a big yawn in which her tongue, unconventionally, protrudes from the top right corner of her mouth.

I was mostly hoping for a photo like this, the weird tongue was an unexpected bonus…

Extreme dog-yawn. She could be singing opera.

There’s something ridiculously cute about the way Kifl rests her chin on things. Especially when it’s on me, and she just places it there with a tiny grunt and gazes up at me.
#dogsOfBluesky

Kifl the wauzer rests her chin on the fluffy white blanket that's over my leg. Her moustache is unruly.

Kifl gets head-scritches from @scrappapertiger.bsky.social as a reward for sitting on the back of the sofa so neatly.

Kifl looks up at Sonny in loving bemusement, receiving her scritches without complaint.

Subsequently…

Still on the back of the sofa, Kifl is now lying on her back in optimum belly-rubbing posture (paws folded just below her face).

Her stomach is making squelching sounds (not pictured).

One of my favourite subgenres of stuff photography is pictures that are baffling until you work out what you’re looking at, but then you realised they’re really cute.

A rounded mass of dog fur. Somewhere towards the right, if you look closely, you can make out the toe-beans of two feet, almost wrapped around each other.

Kifl is receiving pre-breakfast bellyrubs.

Paws folded in front of her, Kifl looks happy to be receiving bellyrubs but also has a look that suggests she's waiting for word of food.

Just in case any was worried that Kifl might not be having her belly rubbed, here is an update.

Kifl looks dozy, and quite blurry except for her nose and moustache. She is having her belly rubbed, and looks pretty content about it.

She could, of course, have her belly rubbed MORE.

Kifl in a sort of L shape, her head to one side while all of her legs are up in the air.

Kifl on her side, legs still tentatively raised, belly still available. You know, for rubs. Just if you wanted to.

Kifl is sympathetic.

Kifl looks very soulful, with her chin and moustache resting on my leg, nestled between me and Sonny.

Kifl in her not-really-awake-yet, receptive-to-affection phase.

The dog is sprawling, hind legs and ear lying languorously, front paws folded, belly open.

Kifl is up now, and has Feelings. And Opinions.

She wants me to know about them, but she doesn’t speak English, so she is trying to convey them with an insistent groan, just shy of a growl, and a hard stare.

(Her breakfast time is still more than half an hour away, for reference.)