It was crisp and cold the morning I met up with Brody, an English Bull Dog and his mom. I arrived at Bare Cove in Hingham early and found lots of other dogs and their humans bundled up and romping about. While I was preparing for Brody’s photo shoot, a lone dog ran into the parking lot with a look that obviously stated “I’m lost”. She didn’t come to me when I called. Instead, she trotted around the cars and then frantically ran back into the park. A few moments later, she came back into the parking lot and I was easily able to tempt her to me with treats. She was wearing a gps tracking collar so I asked a few of the people coming out of the park if they recognized her, but no one did. She let me leash her and put her in my car. I intended to keep her there through the shoot and then try to find her owner. About that time, Brody arrived and I explained the situation. Brody’s Mom was kind enough to wait for me to call the number on the lost dog’s collar. I left a message and minutes after I hung up, her owner, who was still in the park trying to track her, called back. It wasn’t long after that that we met up and lost dog became found. It was an interesting way to start the day.
Now onto the photo shoot. Brody has one of the most comical and expressive faces I’ve ever worked with. He has such a great character and a calm, placid way with all the other dogs that were at the park. I always thought Bulldogs were more on the sluggish side without needing much in the way of exercise but Brody proved me quite wrong. The only time he slowed was on our return trip (a little over an hour) and even then, a simple play bow from another dog was all it took to encourage more frolicking. I’m keeping Brody in my files as the go to dog for a new project I’m working on. He’s given me so many ideas.
Some photo shoots come together quickly without much planning and run smoothly the entire time. My shoot with Captain Morgan was just this kind of session. We met up in Squantum and spent the next two hours digging in the sand, running on the beach, playing in the jeep and exploring the tall grasses of the marsh.
Captain, a giant black Labrador Retriever, is lucky enough to have all of this right on his own property. The ocean surrounds his lush green lawn and the beach is literally two gallops away. It’s the perfect place for a breed of dog that lives to swim and fetch.
Dogs have a way of helping you forget all the things that run over and over in your head keeping you up nights. When a dog like Captain comes along, you’re offered an escape from the trivial or mundane and you must seize the opportunity to become childlike again. Thanks Captain for reminding me that the simple pleasures are what replenishes body, mind and spirit. I truly enjoyed spending time with you and your smile.
This little sweetheart is Abigail a.k.a. Abby. Abby and her foster mom met up with me at Houghton’s Pond in the Blue Hills, one of my favorite places to shoot. I like the Blue Hills almost as much as my subjects do because there is so much to see, smell and do.
Abby is a 4 year old Pit Bull available for adoption through Scituate Animal Shelter. What we already knew about Abby at the time of the shoot is that she is good with little dogs but shy around bigger dogs. She’s is already house trained, likes to sleep in and loves, loves, loves a good belly rub. She’s accomplished “sit” and “down” but needs a little work with “stay” because the only thing she really wants to do is be close to her humans.
I picked up Abby and her foster mom and on our way to the Blue Hills, was asked to use the child lock on the windows and doors because Abby is one smart little cookie and has learned how to open both windows and doors.
What we didn’t know about Abby and found out after our shoot when we made a stop to my parent’s house, is that she is really good with people she hasn’t met. Both my mom and dad are elderly and if you’ve been following along with my blog for a while, you’ll know that Mom is in a wheelchair and Dad uses a cane. Both of these things can be unnerving for a dog when they first experience the contraptions yet neither fazed Abby. She was perfectly polite with my dad’s cane and calmly allowed him the space he needed to navigate around her. When I brought my mom and her wheelchair around the corner and Abby first caught sight of it, she had no averse reaction to it or my mom. Again, I saw nothing but polite curiosity from this little charmer. I think she could pass the therapy dog evaluation with flying colors. She was even good with my mom’s Conure (a form of parrot) though I don’t think I’d leave them in a room alone together just yet.
Abby is active but not high strung, curious about everything but never in your face (unless of course she’s giving kisses) and would fit into almost any household I could imagine. If you’re looking for a versatile companion then I highly recommend you give Scituate Animal Shelter a call to arrange a time to visit with Abby. You will not regret it.
Today’s post features Princess, a sweet as they come five year old who is looking for a family to call her own. Princess is available for adoption through Quincy Animal Shelter and is currently in foster care.
Princess, a calm, laid back little lady has impeccable manners is inquisitive and is a very quick learner.
She has an ennnnndlesssss amount of patience. When her foster mom put the ahem, tiara on her, she calmly sat there in a perfect depiction of her name.
I had to laugh when she seemingly shot a raspberry in her foster mom’s direction telling her exactly how she felt about her crowning.
Princess’ foster mom says she’s great in the house, isn’t a barker unless something goes bump in the night and is going to make someone a very good friend.
I’ve had several opportunities to hang out with Princess. She makes me laugh, has a giant heart, is free with her kisses and is a welcome relief to a long hard day. Princess has also had a few doggie playmates so QAS is happy to do a meet and greet with your current dog in order to determine their compatibility. Click HERE to see a quick little video of her playing with Josh, an adorable Min Pin mix.
Soul mates don’t just come in human form so contact QAS to visit with this beautiful one.
Dogs really do smile….and Princess’ is so adorable!
What do you get when you combine a beautiful home on the beach in Humarock, the perfect lighting and seven gorgeous cats? You get the photographic dream.
Bonnie and Steve won an auction at Scituate Animal Shelter for a photo shoot with me and we got together the weekend before last. When I arrived, I knew it was going to be a special experience. They live so close to the ocean that their front walkway is lightly covered in sand blown in from the main beach, making me want to remove my shoes and stand barefoot, eyes closed, face towards the sky. Floor to ceiling windows with a view of the ocean graced almost every room in the house allowing for the most dreamy light I could ever hope for. It reflected off of the walls in such a way that it made many of the images look as if I were shooting in heaven itself.
With hearts as grand as their expansive view, Bonnie and Steve have given a home to seven very lucky cats. Adopted, found as strays, taken in due to health reasons and ferals coaxed indoors, Opie, Andy, Carrie, Lily, Pee Wee, Smokey and Orange Kitty will never have to worry, fight or scrounge again.
It’s always a pleasure to meet people like Bonnie and Steve, who give without expecting anything in return. Thank you both so much for all you’ve done to make the lives of your clan trouble free and for all you do to help those around you. I hope that you enjoy your images as much as I enjoyed taking them.
Into week 22 of Project 365 and I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself for following through. Though we’re not even close to the finish line so I’m not going to count chickens because I could flounder at some point. The more I participate, the more habit forming the project has become. And an enjoyable one at that. I’ve been using my Droid a lot lately now that Instagram has an Android app but still carry my big gun around with me more often than not. What source I use to shoot really depends on what I’m carrying and what I’m doing at the time I see something I want to capture.
Hope you enjoy the latest installment. To see daily posts with more info on many of the images, come on over to my Facebook page HERE
My cousin Carrie, who is more of a sister to me, came to visit from Germany with her son Owen while her hubby, was in military training in Texas. The last time I saw Owen, he was a peanut in a tiny dragon costume just getting his walking shoes on. Now, three years old, he’s turned into a moving machine; an actual human being with his own opinions, likes, dislikes and most importantly, he speaks. He’s so adorable. He’s my little man.
Before their arrival, Carrie told me that Owen was afraid of dogs. And not just a slight fear. He had more of a “pick me up, pick me up” panic fear of dogs, which could have put a chink in the plans of her visit because of course, I have TWO dogs. I knew that Georgia and Pippin could easily cause panic in him because they’re tall enough to be face to face with him, are black so their features could be hard to distinguish and they have hairy eyebrows, beards and moustaches making their features even less distinguishable. On the other side of things was the fact that Georgia and Pippin have never really had close encounters with little, squealing children so I needed to take extra precautions that they too would be okay. Georgia has always been admirably mother-like with all the puppies and kittens I’ve fostered in the past and Pippin, well, Pippin is so fly by the seat of his pants I didn’t think he’d have a problem. Still, better to be safe than sorry.
We agreed to have Owen meet the kids outside at my Dad’s house because his yard is large enough to provide a lot of distance for him while allowing him the ability to watch them play from the safety of the screened in porch. It wasn’t long before his tentative watching turned to curiosity and was fine with being carried around the yard with the dogs in tow. We knew things would go smoothly once he asked to throw the ball to the dogs while standing on his own two feet. Soon thereafter he was able to request “sit”, “down”, “no jumping” and I have to say, I was pretty proud of all three of them.
While Owen didn’t completely get over his unease when the kids came barreling in the house after going to the bathroom or when they barked at the goings on outside, he never really lost his comp0sure and for a three year old, that’s pretty darn good. And Georgia and Pippin did just as well. When Owen squealed, Georgia barked but never showed stress, aggression or any other adverse behavior. And she mostly directed her barks at me, as if to tell me that Owen was in need of something. Mother instincts? I’d say yes. Pippin allowed Owen to pull his hair, and even lean on his back. But that’s not a surprise to me. He’s one of the greatest dogs ever. Even the cats excelled with Owen.
I could take pictures of him every day, all day. He’s got such a beautiful face and great expressions. The camera, like everyone else who comes in contact with him, loves him.
Carrie, Andrea, Auntie C and Paul, the link to the full gallery will be emailed shortly. Hope you enjoy the images.