I love dogs. Always have. Growing up, I can never remember a time when we didn’t have one.
Take a look at this face. The picture of innocence. Look deep into the eyes. They’re saying, ‘I didn't do it’.
As you might guess, there’s a story here. First, introductions are in order. This is Jack, my Bull Terrier. If you look closely you might make out a tattoo in his right ear. I usually tell people that’s from a stint in the Navy, or he got it when he was in prison. Actually, it’s his birth date, put there by the breeder. But it makes him look tough. He’s my constant companion.
Recently, we’ve been working on a project to catalog items I’ve made for the Kentucky Derby®. We’re very blessed to be partnered with some extremely talented individuals throughout the process.
I was working late one afternoon at my computer on some photos I had taken. I left the light tent I had constructed in its place, along with the tripod and a prime camera lens that I occasionally use. Jack, as usual, was with me. He’s usually at my feet, on my feet, at my side, or at the very least, near by. I have an assortment of bones around to keep him busy. (What’s the point of having jaw muscles like Arnold Schwartenegger if you can’t use them?)
Getting up from my desk, you can imagine the quizzical look on my face when I noticed his bone on the floor, where he was not. And you can imagine the surprise and disbelief on my face when I realized what he was enjoying, my prime camera lens. It was shredded. I guess he thought he’d get rid of what competes with him for my time.
Don’t let the busyness of this wonderful season steal away the moments with the ones you love. You might just lose your prime camera lens.