I love my dogs so much. I am that person who, when people talk about their children, talks about her dogs. As I write, ChaCha, the eldest and smallest, is laying in bed right next to me and snoring her little head off. Sweet dreams, little one. If life flowed the way I think I want it to, I would stay home so much more with my three pooches, and I’d have an entire dog rescue farm. There would be no sad kennels or cold nights outside. They would each sleep inside on their own fluffy beds and, like I said, if it were my way, there’d be a fire going all night long.
But I digress. I shot these few photos of my two-year-old Great Dane, Ebony, Ebby for short, a few weeks ago. She’s the hardest dog ever to photograph because she won’t stay still — unless she’s on my bed. My bed is her sanctuary, her comfort, her space. So much so that we have to limit her time there because she loves it too much, and tries to keep Sara and ChaCha, and sometimes even me, off.
Sweet Ebony, our gentle Avatar-looking dog.