When I was 21 (gosh such a very long time ago), I had a beautiful Old English Sheepdog we named Trinity. I remember picking him up when he was ready to leave his Mum at 8 weeks, taking a cardboard box with me so he could travel in the car safely home, only to find it was about 10 sizes too small!. We lost our beautiful dog when he was just 2 years old after he died under anaesthetic at the vets as they were taking out a grass seed from his leg. I was devastated.
We don't see this breed of dog here very much at all but to my surprise in a home just along from us on the river , every now and then I saw 2, one wearing blue, one wearing pink in their hair. Their owners only come down here for weekends every now and then so on Friday when I saw activity there I knocked on the door to ask to take some photos. On Saturday I returned with my camera and had the most amazing, emotionally charged photo shoot. I was literally bowled over on occasion by 2 year old Prince and 16 week Teddy (a third the female didn't come down this time) I am not the bravest person with animals but I was totally at ease and couldn't contain my enthusiasm. On returning to my studio I looked at the images on Saturday afternoon and thought how am I going to paint such a big ball of fluff. On Sunday I set to to capture Prince and I was so pleased it came together perfectly.
After emailing the doggies owners on Monday morning they said "Wow" can we buy it.
|Prince - A weekend at the River|
|Prince 2 years old|
|Teddy 16 weeks old|