Going to the dogs

As part of my ongoing attempt to preserve bits and pieces of my life from the pre-digital photography era, I am presenting some commentary for an image that dates from somewhere around 1996. I was never a dog person growing up. The neighbors across the street had a dog, and the lady next door hadContinue reading “Going to the dogs”

My dog knew what to do

The picture above is of Zoe, who was a Wheaten Terrier that my wife and I had for about a dozen years. I had never had a dog–or any sort of a pet, really– when I was growing up, and I wasn’t particularly excited about getting one, either. But my wife prevailed, and we pickedContinue reading “My dog knew what to do”