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Sophie

Walking in a winterland is what dog walkers do best. We had already met Sophie on the trail and I had the camera loaded with black and white film. It occurred to me at the time to ask her to be in my project especially with her dogs being black and white. But then my goofy puppy was being a bit obnoxious with her dogs and the moment was gone. Luckily, we met up again at the end of the loop. I like this portrait in colour. Sophie was kind enough to pose with her Bostons. She has been hiking this area for about seven years. Turns out she knows my partner from working at the Hillside Festival in the summer. This city is sometimes like living in a small village….Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers from around the world, in the Flickr group 100 Strangers.

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Quinn’s New Doo, originally uploaded by claygrl.

He was a sweet boy and is sadly missed.

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Farewell to a Pal

Happy Quinn

Happy Quinn

I am sad to share the news of the sudden passing of one of our family members, Quinn.  We adopted him some years ago and he was the brother of Rudy, who we have had since he was a puppy. Quinn had lots, no I mean LOTS of energy.  He was happy all of the time and loved everybody except if you were a boxer dog (there were some issues at the dog park).  Quinn especially loved to try to lick every inch of your skin if you let him.  He would catch you on the way by, a quick slurp on your knee or hand. He was fond of drive-by licks.

He tolerated our son once he clued in that he was a potential food source.  Toddlers drop food all over the house in case they get lost and can’t find their way back to the dinner table.  With Quinn to help, Darwin often couldn’t find his way back to the chuck wagon.

Quinn died the morning after the first night I had spent away from the house since Darwin was born.  He died in his sleep, lying in his favourite spot.  We should be so lucky to have our ending be as peaceful. I wasn’t meant to be there that morning to find him.  Luckily Mark knew what to do before the little inquiring mind woke up. It sounds as though Rudy knew exactly what had happened and was not having any part of it.

In truth, I think Quinn had always suffered some sort of intestinal ailment and his frequent foraging for old cadavers on our hikes probably didn’t help.  Since we brought in the four hens, he loved to munch on chicken poo and that consumption probably pushed his gut over the edge.  He was only ‘out of sorts’ for a few days.  All dogs have those days.  My rule is to give them 24 hours of lethargic behaviour before they visit the VET.  Interestingly, in the past, just saying the word VET was enough for a full recovery.  Ten is not old, even in dog years.  I would like to think that Quinn just lived life so large that he wore himself out.

I have spent the last two weeks moping around the house and garden, expecting to get that unexpected lick as Quinn would tear by, running his circuit around the ‘urban farm’. I have caught myself filling the extra food bowl and pulling out two leashes when I only need one.  Rudy misses him too I think.  It is hard to tell as Rudy has always been the brooding type of dog.  We are all adjusting to the quiet (Quinn was quite the barker when people came to the house).  Darwin has told me that Quinn has gone for a long walk in the forest.  He told me that while we were walking up at Starkey’s Loop the other day. Boy, the wisdom of a three year old can be quite profound at times.

In honor of Mr. Quinn, please hug the nearest dog or give a stranger’s dog a scratch behind the ears.  Don’t worry about the stinky dog breath because nothing would compare to Quinn’s deadly dragon breath.

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