Sophie Rose was fighting a gastrointestinal infection. She seemed to be getting better until she wasn’t. She passed sometime last night. My heart is truly broken. Have a good thought for her and for me and for my family.
I’m going to take some time to mourn her. I’ll be back whenever I am back.
Sophie Rose never poses for a picture. I guess that she felt like it. Or, maybe she knew that I hadn’t made a picture for the day.
This is the all seeing dog. The dog who finds pictures and waits while I make it. Sometimes, she looks up at me as if to ask are you done,
She’s an old lady dog. She’s twelve years old. She’s a rescue dog. She came to us when she was eight. She was scared and confused because her person passed at 85 years old. Her care givers didn’t much like Sophie. She was well underweight and she had a gastrointestinal infection. We brought her to our vet. He fixed her up. I fed her the same food that the other dogs eat, She gained weight. She came to like the other dogs. She came to trust us,
Now I belong to her.
Lately, she’s been sick. She had a gum infection that worked its way into her jaw. Four teeth later and an aggressive course of antibiotics and she’s fine. She’s back to her old self, aggravating the other dogs and shepherding me and everybody else.
She also has a bladder stone, which has finally broken up. We are hopeful that more antibiotics will break the rest up. Otherwise, she could require surgery. We’ll know in a few weeks. I’m not inclined to put her through it. She shows no symptoms. She’s happy. She acts younger than her age. She has no symptoms.
What would you do?
It’s a portrait. A lucky portrait because she normally doesn’t allow it. I didn’t do any post production except to correct the warm light of the room that we were in. Sophie did the rest.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Protect our teachers. Enjoy every sandwich.
There are so many “days” about this, that and the other, that I mostly ignore them. Not National Dog Day. I had something else planned for today. When I read about today, I had to make a change. A good thing too. I’ll tell you why later.
I made this picture on a walk. Yep. This is the dog who leads me to things. This one is a rescue.
Of the six dogs who allow us to share the house with them, four are rescues. Four cocker spaniels and two poodles. The spaniels are girls. The poodles are girls. It wasn’t planned that way. It’s what happens when you rescue a dog.
This little girl is Sophie Rose. We kept the name with which she came. She, and another spaniel think that I belong to them. That’s fine with me. They know what they are doing. I don’t.
The picture. She doesn’t like to be in the rain. Actually, none of them do. We got trapped out in the rain. I made this picture just as we got home. She was not amused. The rest was simple. Get down to her level (a good trick these days) and make pictures. Easy Peasy. Now try getting up.
This photograph is inspired by Debra at Breathlighter who commented something about my giving artistic credit to a dog. This dog. She’s a cocker spaniel who demands that I take her for walks. So, walk we do. All over the place. Some walks are long. Some are short. Some take just enough time for to “take care of business.”
The picture. She hopped up on the bed — she’s allowed to do that — and I decided to make a few portraits. Since I can’t leave well enough alone, I tinkered with the original file until I made this photograph. I’m actually not so sure about this picture. She looks sort of mean. She’s anything but that. She never met a human that she didn’t like. She likes cats. She likes some dogs.
This is the dog who leads me to pictures. She’s wearing her fall season camo coat so that she can lurk in the leaves. She also needs a grooming. She really dislikes that. Luckily for her, her favorite groomer is on maternity leave. So, we wait until mid-January to even schedule an appointment.
Christmas Day. When I lived in other places, the tradition was to go out for Chinese food. That’s because Chinese restaurants were the only places open. By about mid-day, everybody was tired of Christmas food. So, off we went. In New Orleans we do not have a large Chinese population. Even though there are a couple of good restaurants around, you’d probably be better off finding Vietnamese places if you want Asian food today. On the other hand, many Vietnamese people are Catholic, so…
Maybe you should just stay home and play with your new toys. Watch more football. And, eat ham sandwiches.
The picture. For once she actually let me take her picture. I tuned it up some to make the final version richer and fuller.
The dog who sees things. The dog who leads me to pictures. The dog who demands walks.
The picture was made from above. Here’s the story. If the weather is just right. Not too hot. Not too cold. Bright. Sunny. A slight breeze. She will walk to a certain point and just stand there with her nose in turned up in the air. Then, she sits. Enjoying the nice day.
That’s great if she is in the yard with the rest of the dogs. They all do about the same thing. Sometimes in one area. Sometimes, about as far away as they can get from each other. Dogs need a break too.
If we are walking, as sweet-tempered as she is, she can get stubborn. You can’t move her from enjoying the day until she’s ready to move.
What to do? What to do?
I just take pictures. Usually, I look at my surroundings. But, the morning light was so pretty that I decided to take a few pictures of her. Not normal portraits. Pictures of body parts. At least the ones that I could see while she was sitting.
I really like this view. The top of her head. As winter comes on, we don’t trim the dogs as much as we do for summer. Right now, she looks a little poodley even though she is a cocker spaniel. Once I started dragging the picture around in post production all the little hidden colors started to emerge. Oddly, she’s not gray. She’s buff with a little white trim. I know that light and shadow have different basic hues so, one side of her head looks golden. The other, sort of blue.