The two howling dogs are named Little Boy and Annabelle. I followed them
down Holland Avenue, laughing at their antics. I pulled into the same convenience
store with them, and they were like a couple of little kids – just loved to
show off for the camera.
The border collie I encountered on a walk in my neighborhood. She was
sleeping on top of the cab of the truck when I first saw her. I grabbed a couple
of frames, and then she was like a little kid – started posing for the camera
with her Frisbee. As I was taking her photo, this West Texas accent yelled
out from a window of the house what was I doing? “I’m taking a photo of
your dog. What are you doing?” “I’m getting a massage.” And he was. We
knew the woman who lived there, and she was a medically trained masseuse.
I followed this dog from Holland Avenue, out 118 south and then down Cemetery Road
until the driver pulled into a welding shop. I asked the older gentleman if I could make a
photo of his dog. He replied “What for? He’s just an old pickup dog.” “Ah, that’s the reason,”
I replied. He just shook his head at me.
Cenizo
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