October 3, 2020

 White Dog curled her lip at the photo. "It is not my best look," she said. "These days I photograph best lying down where you cannot see my hunchy stance or skinny legs."

"Sweet Girl," I wrapped my arm around her. "When I look at this photo the years fade away and you are cotton blowing in the wind. I see a strong wise girl surveying a kingdom you helped create that is safe and lovely, and filled with joy for so many. 

"You owe no apologies for age, Little White Dog of My Heart. We all slow a bit and are more careful with our bodies. But look at how sharp your mind is and how you still very ably manage the White Dog Army so that everyone is nurtured and grows. If you doubt it look at Roman's progress...or Opal's blooming. For heavens sake, White Dog, you directed one of Shakespeare's greatest works earlier this summer as a world-wide distraction from the pandemic lockdown. 

"You photograph best in ANY situation that captures your gusto for life, thoughtfulness, and wisdom. But in my mind, you photograph BESTEST of all  when you are in my arms sharing my heart...you always have"