About A Dog
“With a belly full of whiskey for courage I ran away from home just after turning seventeen. I walked to the edge of Salinas, that place where Bobby McGee drifted away, and stuck out my thumb. A Kris Kristofferson look-a-like in a VW beetle pulled over and asked where I was headed. “South” and that’s how I went along. A few weeks later I was “North” and dropped in on my sister who said I should get a dog for company. I looked in the papers and went to see a litter of pups, half Labradors. I picked a black bitch and at six weeks old she could sit on the palm of my hand. She was my first personal dog and my best friend.
Thirty years later I am married with a grown daughter that did not run away. It’s me that is feeling restless and ready to move on. At the age of forty-seven I looked on the Internet and found a litter of pups, half Dalmatian half Poodle. I went to have a look and a white bitch walked over to me and put her paw on my knee. At ten weeks she was a little armful. I scooped her up and put her in my car. Jello Jonkey, the Bearded Lady of Poomation, chose to be my second personal dog. She finds her way into the frame of many of the pictures I make and together we are embarking on a brand new journey of discovery. “
— August 2008