There is something about the face of an aging dog that draws me in. I don't know if it's the eyes, or the white hairs slowly creeping along their snout. I don't know if they all remind me of my childhood dog, Honey, or if it reminds me of how wonderful a life a dog can have when they have a wonderful family.
Daisy has that face. She's loved, and she loves. I wanted to reach right out and hug her around her neck... which I did, when her family left her and I alone to get some solo pictures. Truthfully, she followed me around, and I think wondered what I was doing there, pointing that funny thing at her. She grabbed at stick half heartedly, and I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to get any real framers. I cued the family to come back... and her eyes lit up and she started to smile... and that is when the magic happened.
Ohhh she does have a sweet face, doesn't she? I like old dogs' faces too. So full of everything they've ever experienced. The don't hide anything.
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