Both my wife and I love golden retrievers. So it’s probably not a surprise that I asked this man if I could take a portrait of his dog. The light was just perfect and I’m proud of the result. The only downside of this effort is that I didn’t get the guy’s name and address. I think he would have liked a copy of this photograph. The dog is old and this might have been a good memory of him.
This worried Weimaraner was woofing pitifully hopping his double-parking owner would get back soon from shopping on Newbury Street.
My wife Sarah’s sister-in-law has a really little dog called Sophie. She’s a Papillon. That means butterfly in french. My guess is the breed earned that name because of having such enormous fur trimmed ears.
Sophie bonds big time with females (Sarah) and basically will have nothing to do with males (me).
I shot the picture above very early this morning as Sophie stared at us silhouetted by the rising sun. She wants to go for a walk but as it is just past 5AM she can damn well wait for a while.