Chiaroscuro Dog
Although Bonnie is nearly twelve years old and increasingly arthritic, she still gallops the length of a park, joyful to be outside and able to smell the scents of the world. I came upon her yesterday, sitting in a slash of sunlight that had come to rest on the living room floor. She looked regal and as if she knew something I didn’t. When I called her name, she looked me straight in the eye. After I had snapped a couple of pictures, she sniffed and lowered her head to rest on her paws, as if to say, “How exhausting the demands of the paparazzi are.”
November 21st, 2006 21:59
what a sweetie! And so patient - allowing you to interrupt her sunbeam time.
And a great shot as well - she does have a very regal look in that shot - like she is granting you the pose.
November 22nd, 2006 09:26
Shes beautiful. Plus she knows all about picture time, a big plus
December 8th, 2006 01:32
[...] We chatted for 30 seconds, before I said, “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound right.” It turns out that our dog (pictured here) had collapsed earlier in the day. She had gotten shaky, and then her legs went stiff and fell out from underneath her. They had spent the day at the vet, and the “official” diagnosis (if determinations based strictly on a description from an observer can be official) is that Bonnie had a stroke. I didn’t even know that dogs could have strokes. She’s as okay as she can be now, having been given a prescription for pain killers, heart meds and a low sodium diet (that’s going to be slightly hard to enforce, this dog has been known to scrape chewing gum off the sidewalk with her front teeth). [...]