Archive for the ‘I love dogs’ Category

A howl from coast to shore

Wednesday, April 24th, 2013

The saddest dog I ever met lived alone on an island you could only reach at low tide. When I visited, he followed me around the island just close enough to keep an eye on me, but at safe distance. He wouldn’t approach my out-stretched hand, no matter how much of my dog-lover’s heart I tried to project. His howl echoed on the wind the morning we left.

Communicating from distant shores

Communicating from distant shores

Stray Dogs Christmas

Monday, December 26th, 2011

One of the most hilariously fun Christmas Eve’s I’ve ever had came together at the last minute when a bunch of strays gathered organically in my apartment for dinner and spontaneous chair dancing.

John Bond

A dashing Dutchman arrives, screams are heard

Laughing til the bottle spins

Give me the cameraaaaah

Luis y son vino tinto

"Champagne" imported all the way to Paris from... Michigan! Of course!

Competing standup routines

Josephine, photographed by a man she met flying over Africa

Dutchman disarmed

The camera turns on me

Issy in an ill-fitting sweater

Wednesday, December 14th, 2011

about to play with her toy carrot

Pirate running towards the sun

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

He is getting old, he can hardly see, but he still runs silly with abandon. In the happiness that only a dog, a child, or my free-spirited friend Alex can inhabit. Letting it all hang out.

Pirate on the run

Pirate’s eyes

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Was he so upset that I was leaving, after our weekend romping in fields and forest, that he couldn’t even look at me? Or was he protesting wearing my homemade halo of daisies? Apparently a retired hunting dog will not wear flowers.

Pirate hides his eyes

Midwestern lapdog in jail

Sunday, June 12th, 2011

I want a dog. I travel often.
I live in an apartment. 6th floor, no elevator.
I have a roommate who absolutely does not
want anyone with four legs in the house.

Having a dog is obviously neither practical nor possible.
Yet I still want one so very badly.

I stopped going into pet stores because they make me cry.
The other day a dog named Little must have known because
he came and sat next to me while I was waiting for the metro,
like we were old friends.

The dog in the photo below was in jail about an hour outside of Chicago.
I think he got cut from his owners’ tightened budgets.

It puts a lump in my throat.

Midwestern lapdog in jail

I would name him Marcello.