How do you not bring them all home?
That question (and it’s variants) is easily the one that I’m asked most often when I tell people about my work with the homeless animals. My response is always that it’s easy knowing that I’m doing my part to help them find good homes. And that’s true – except for the times that it’s not. The full truth is that some dogs make it really hard and they continue to weigh on my mind long after I’m home from my weekly session.
Of my current three dogs, Lyle is the only dog that my wife and I went to the humane society with the idea that we were ready to adopt. We adopted Lyle as a companion for Little Bit (the good dog) well before I had any notion that I’d become a professional photographer working with homeless animals. Spring and Maebe both came into our lives because I photographed them and they worked their way into our home. Since then, I’ve always said, three is our limit. Period.
So yesterday I met Annie and I can’t seem to get her out of my mind. It would be best if someone having seen her photo and read her bio (which isn’t available online yet) would be waiting at noon today for the Benton-Franklin Humane Society to open so that they could adopt her and give her the home that she deserves. Seriously, go now.