Finn spent most of his weekend socializing with his friends in the neighborhood. The weather finally warmed up enough yesterday for us to get out and play so I took him over to a new dog park to see what all the hype was about.
First of all let me explain that the dog park by my place is about 1/10th the size of this one and entirely cement. It’s a great park don’t get me wrong, but you don’t see anything of this size or quality in the city. Imagine both of our surprises when we saw nearly an acre of grass nestled in the Fulton River district and at our disposal.
Once we got a few sprints out of the way, Finn decided to introduce this park to his latest game of playing lion as other dogs in the park became is unsuspecting gazelles. Here’s how it goes down:
The lion crouches in the distance as the gazelles enter the area to play with one another. Just as they are through the gate, the lion strikes at full sprint, scaring the crap out of both the gazelle and his human friend. Instead of going in for the kill, the lion then turns on his heels as soon as he is confronted and retreats back to his perch to rest. He repeats his scare tactic each time a new gazelle enters the area.
It figures I’d get a lion than is scared of the gazelles.
But I digress. We’re here for another week of a dog was here and though are space be little, Finn has no problem spreading his toys for all to enjoy.
No we aren’t gator fans. Yes the ball takes approximately 5 minutes to re-inflate because there are so many punctures in it at this point.
No it should not reside on the coffee table.
As always, I’d love for you to join me in sharing your photos documenting your pet and the traces they leave behind. Like Finn’s cousin Charlie for example, who destroyed a CD and a chip clip last week for dessert.
Charlie’s mom takes amazing photos of just about everything. Check out her Facebook page, Caitlin Lisa Photography, if you are interested in having yourself or your pet photographed this spring.
Have a great week!
Thanks for coming back for week two of a dog was here, a photography series. I’d like to thank everyone for their submissions over the past week. And by everyone I mean my dad who alone has submitted enough entries to create a hybrid series I’m calling: Murfdog was here.
In this series, Murf documents his life of transporting iced coffee in Dasani water bottles, sporadic placement of plastic straws and things Finn destroyed when he stayed with them, including my dad’s prized robe.
I’m starting to think that this series my have more legs than the dog one, pun intended.
Regardless we’re back for week two of a dog was here.
location: living room
location: living room
location: Skinner park, West Loop.
I’d love to see your photos, too! Share them via Facebook or on Instagram with the tag #adogwashere.
Sometimes I catch myself seeing life’s moments as photos, only I don’t have a camera in my hand. Have you ever had that feeling? You experience a moment and suddenly life slows down and you picture the way a picture would capture it. I’m sure the analytical folks reading have already opened a new browser tab and moved onto figuring out who has to take claim of Bieber after that hockey loss last week, but for those of you still with me, I’ve decided to do something about it.
Enter a new series I am calling, a dog was here. I can’t take credit for coming up with the idea as it stems from a similar series a group of photographers I follow participated in this fall called Kids were here. In the series, the photographers share beautiful photos documenting evidence that kids were there. Life with kids is chaotic but seeing the toys, messes, undergarments and food scraps in still photographs gives you a sense of peace, beauty and fun.
I followed the series for a while last year and it wasn’t until today as I was picking up Finn’s toys for the umpteenth time this weekend that I paused, smiled and then grabbed my camera.
Perhaps it’s the way Hank the Horse’s friendly eyes look at you as he lays in the most twisted of positions once Finn is done chewing on him. Or maybe it’s because he was the first toy I bought Finn just days after bringing him home, the only one he’s not destroyed (minus one leg that bit the dust early on in their relationship), the one he wraps his arms around and snuggles in his kennel when he sleeps.
This morning’s “mess” made it very obvious that a dog was here, that my dog was here, and that the mess my dog made meant we had a fun morning playing together, all of us. And I’m thankful for that.
I’m going to try to share my series with you each week, but I’d ask that you help me to do so. If you have a dog in your life, please share your photos of the things they leave around the house (unless it’s a “present” if you know what I mean). I won’t limit you to dogs. All pets are welcome. Kids too. Moms, dads, sisters and brothers. Let’s take a moment to appreciate the messes and the people and pets who cause them.
You can link up in the comments below or share your photo on my Facebook page or on Instagram with the tag #adogwashere. I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with.
Have a great week!