Our dog Ginger is the Thelma to my Louise; always ready for a road trip around Dallas - Fort Worth, nothing fazes her. She loves the car and an adventure, hence why you often see her in my blog posts. She's my ever-ready and wiling model. But this week's theme in the 52 Week Pet Photography Project is "red" and even though she's cute, I just didn't think she'd look good in red. After all, pink is Ginger's signature color!
I set my sights on of our three dogs that hasn't yet been featured in a blog post, Dingo, who I knew would look dashing in red! Dingo is more of a homebody. He's never been a fan of the car and can be quite timid. He was born into a semi-feral community of stray dogs that lived under under an abandoned building in Oak Cliff just south of Dallas and was rescued as a young pup by Operation Kindness where we adopted him on Fathers Day 2007 (Happy Fathers Day to me! Er, I mean to my husband! LOL).
Even though he didn't enjoy the short car ride to the studio, and was a bit nervous being there, I plied him with treats and peanut butter and he settled right in, even tolerating the strobes which is saying something for this lighting and thunder phobic dog!
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Handsome Dingo
Black and White on Red
Funny story; on our first visit to the vet everyone exclaimed "we didn't know you adopted a Great Dane puppy!". What? Whoa! He did have a very big nose, and feet. Luckily he never fully grew into either and topped out at around 55 lbs, which in my book is a medium sized dog but apparently others think it's large. Dingo will be 12 on Valentines Day, his assigned birthday which by our calculation was roughly around the time he was born. I thought that fitting because he's my sweetheart. I regularly say "If mommy hadn't married Daddy, she would have married Dingo". That tan spot on the left side of his face? That's the kissing spot. He doesn't have one on the other side, so that's my target when I smooch him, which he begrudgingly tolerates. I wish he would have been a smuggler, but that's just not his style - unless it's storming outside - THEN he can't get close enough to me.
The day we brought him home...
It's only when I look back at this picture when he was a wee squirt of about 4 months old that I realize he really is getting gray. His white fur fools us, but the black around his eyes is now salt and pepper with the telltale signs of aging.