I didn’t grow up with dogs. We had other pets (cats, fish, a lamb) and I was a girl obsessed with horses. The dogs I knew best were characters in books and on TV: sidekicks, heroes, flying aces and runaways.
Then, when my son was in need of a puppy, we found and fell in love with Johnny, a melancholy and singular beagle with a ‘thing’ for yellow labradors. He of the spotted belly, heavenly face and truly earthy habits.
Living with Johnny changed us forever. And becoming a ‘dog person’ opened a new way of understanding others and myself.
Like this project I was born in a Year of the Dog. Increasingly I notice all the ways in which I am, or still aspire to be, like dogs.