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ISO someone to cuddle with

One of my greatest pleasures with the pet photography is volunteering my time for pets in need of an adoption photo. I have been honored to do many kitty photos in the Salem area for Meow Village.

I love cats, sadly, not all of our dogs do and we have been kittyless for a couple of years now. Some day the moons will align and we will have kitties and doggies living in harmony under our roof. Until then, I will continue to enjoy the few stolen moments here and there taking their photos.

Juno

I’ve always had a thing for calico cats. For as long as I can remember, my mother always told me that three colored cats bring good luck. Soooo, I’m guessing the family that adopts Juno is in for all kinds of good luck.

Nuttin’ better than snuggles

Juno is probably one of the snuggliest kitties I have ever photographed. As soon as Kluane put her down, Juno would scramble back to her lap. Her preferred place to snuggle was underneath Kluane’s jacket. I can work with a lot, but shooting through material isn’t one of them. None-the-less, we worked every angle we could to show off this gorgeous approximately one year old kitten.

Sweet, snuggly and beautiful. Could the combination be more perfect?

This kitty is extremely sweet. She’s a bit on the shy side, but in my mind that makes her even a better candidate for adoption. Once she bonds with her human, it will be a forever bond. She will be loyal for life to her family.

Love, love, love the reverse skunk stripe under her chin.

I always marvel at the unique markings on animals and calico kitties seem to corner the market. Since little Miss Juno really didn’t want to play model this morning, I was beyond thrilled when she lifted her head and gave me a vantage point to photograph her reverse skunk stripe.

The beyond perfect cuddle cat.

If you are in the market for someone to cuddle with, catch an afternoon of Netflix binging and a beautiful arm charm, may I suggest Juno. She’ll soon be listed with Meow Village for adoption.

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Bros. from another mother still looking for a home together

Bruno and Remi

In the early ’80s, I adopted my first dog as an adult. I remember wanting a dog so badly, every weekend we would visit the local shelters in Denver looking for just the right dog. Finally, at a small county shelter, we met our girl. She was an owner surrender and she so desperately wanted to find her family. They named her Precious, but we called her Casper. She was a whirlwind those first few months, but she was a good dog. We’ve adopted many a dog since then.

Bruno and Remi came over for their adoption photos in late December. A perfect pair, best buds, two peas in a pod. They are really hoping to adopt the two together, and they are still available. Together, they are stunning to photograph. Their gentle personalities filter right through the lens of the camera.

More importantly, although they love each other, I have no doubt that they will both bond with their human companions just as much.

Bruno

Bruno is a 5 y/o blue Weimaraner who weighs about 80 lbs. A tiny bit shy, but this guy will be someone’s heart dog. His love will be strong and straight to the heart.

Remi

Remi is a 5 y/o presumed to be mix of Doberman, Rottweiler and Hound who weighs about 70 lbs. [Insert here 70 lbs of snuggle and love.]

Both boys are quite playful and do well with their foster brother. They are eager to please and have excellent house manners. They love children and weren’t really phased by a kitty. Car rides are a bonus round, they love to travel. They really are a perfect pair.

Unlike Casper, who spent weeks in search of her family, these two are ready to settle in and have a family to call their own together.

They are available for adoption through Oregon Weimaraner Rescue. Here’s their page. Bruno and Remi.

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The bridge of hounds

Tandoori, Arya, Vichy, and Sushi

Release the hounds

In a flash, all four dogs darted off in different directions. Sushi was the one little dog we knew we could catch. The safely fenced acre was their playground for the moment. They loved racing back and forth and the smells of a 1000 smells enchanted them.

Tandoori

Sporting a burgundy snowflake sweater is Tandoori. She’s the new kid on the block, adopted just months ago. She was shy and when she watched me, I felt like she was sizing me up, getting to know me and see if I was worthy of her trust. Tandoori has that soulful look, the one that allows you too look straight into their hearts as they gaze into ours.

Arya

The beautiful black lady is Arya. She’s a true lover, I think Affection is her middle name. This girl knows how to walk the catwalk. She preferred to strut down the aisle in a soft pink, tan, and white striped collar, a martingale, designed specifically for sighthounds.

Vichy

Vichy, that sweet little Italian greyhound. She is sporting her reindeer ears along with Nordic warmth of a green and blue diamond and star sweater. The dark blue against her fawn and white coat was smashing.

I think everyone knows that I am the proud grandparent to a total of four Italian greyhounds. Sadie and Caleb are no longer with us and Jericho and Cooper live in Chicago. I don’t get to see them very much but I adore them just the same.

Sushi

I’ve always loved little dachshunds. They come with the most magnificent personalities. Sushi was a sweetheart, but it’s her name—Sushi— that name will forever be burned into my memory.

Of course, my favorite will always be when dogs all insist that they want the whole family in a family portrait.

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The future has arrived

It feels like a million years ago when I started volunteering in greyhound adoption. I loved every minute of it and there is one thing I’ll never forget. The president of the group said, “there’s a home for every dog, sometimes it takes just a little longer.”

Chester, nine days in his forever home

When I found out I was going to photograph Chester, I started to do a little research. This boy has been in search of his forever home for 159 days. I’m sure he hated every minute of shelter life, but I also think it is just as important to find the right family to avoid bouncing from home-to-home.

Tall and proud

Some dogs wouldn’t mind the adventure of 1000 families and Chester’s sweet, old soul would have graciously accepted everything that was offered to him.

I think there’s a squirrel in them that bushes

Chester had a plethora of birds and squirrels to watch and dream… (you know of the day), made every day the best day ever.

Chester. This is the face of a dog that’s having the best day ever

Chester is a happy dog. His kisses are just the right amount of sloppy, wet and sweet. I believe his loyalty will be fierce to his new family. He will give them all of his big golden heart and protect them from the wild squirrels or rabbits or birds that roam freely through his new turf.

Catching the rays

Chester’s silly and most important, he’s relaxed character emerged after our little walk. This guy was born to be a model and he does model oh so well. But any dog that has spent a little time with me will tell you it’s exhausting and you need an invigorating back scratch and belly rub to rev up those engines again.

Chester

And so dear Chester, my new friend. My wish for you is that all of your days from here forth are the best days ever.

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My hot date

Sunday selfie (on Monday) number seventeen.

Every week I tell myself I’m going to do the selfie earlier in the day. Every Sunday night I’m in a panic wondering if I’m going to pull the selfie off. Well, the gardens kicked my butt yesterday and I decided it was best to wait a day.

Coffee in the barn

borzoi in barn
Every night without fail, this is our spot

We have a thing, Karen and Timber, Zip and I. This is our paradise found. Every night without fail, no matter the time, rain, snow or freezing cold, this is where we come for our end of the day cup of coffee. We’ve solved all of the world’s problems, discussed every detail of the day… good, excellent and do-over, laughed and even cried. We have big dreams, make big plans and start just one more to-do list.

This is our special place.

Behind the scenes

Once again, not what I planned. The skies totally changed from the minute I headed in to get the camera and back out. I pulled plan B out of thin air. But this barn, how could I wait so long to photograph a very important corner of our world.

We got the barn to hold all of our garden tools. On the very first day of it’s existence, it became our little Red Barn Bistro. It started with two chairs and two dog beds. A little table followed and then, the oh so important propane heater for those cold winter days. We’ve had our coffee in the barn when it was 20° out. My favorite though is to sit in there and watch the snow fall.

By the way, we had to get another shed to hold the tools.

We don’t always sit in the barn. When the weather warms we sit just outside of the goats and chickens and watch goat TV. Somedays we sit at the back of the acre and enjoy the gardens.

This is our special place.

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