06Nov

Here’s a sneak peek of my current pro bono project for Sean Casey Animal Rescue (SCAR) conceived and led by the incredible Rachel Moreno of Spotify.

Rescued dogs helped raise funds for SCAR and the top fundraisers won a spot in SCAR’s first annual calendar and a shoot with me. I’ve loved meeting these incredible dogs…all of whom have dramatic stories of rescue and recovery…and their devoted owners.

This little sweetie is Kaya, whom I photographed at the beautiful cultural center and botanical gardens of Snug Harbor on Staten Island.

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Her lovely human, Sara, tells Kaya’s story here:

“Kaya saved me, and I want to pay it forward. Last July, Sean Casey Animal Rescue posted a picture of a big-eared buddy named Harriet. Harriet was carried outside to me, I knelt down, attempting to show her that I was there in peace. She hesitated, but still managed to crawl over, stopping where my knees met the concrete. I was afraid she couldn’t walk. She was afraid of everything. I was told Harriet had most likely been kept in a very small cage for most of her seven months on this earth. Her back paws were turned out, as if her limbs were actually forming to her former conformity. Eventually, she managed to reach me, rolled over, craned her neck and licked my hand. With shaky legs, in an attempt to reach my face, Harriet moved into a sitting position. Next, I became the lucky recipient of the most gentle, genuine, lick of the face, in the history of face licks. This was definitely a soul that needed love and patience, I related and adopted my daughter on the spot. The first few weeks, anytime she was spooked by a loud noise, car, or a wind blown plastic bag, I carried her. She left me no choice, as she would simply refuse to move, frozen. Stairs were her biggest fear, she threw all her body weight down and shivered anytime we got close to them. Every day I worked with her, reassured her. Slowly, she realized I would never let anything happen to her, and she has carried me ever since. We got rid of her slave name lol, and she was renamed Kaya. Kaya now enjoys 4 mile walks, and runs in the dog park, she sprints, ears fly back, dog smile on face, running as if training for a marathon. Her feet have straightened, and her faith in humanity restored. I was at a low place when I found Kaya, but she has become my constant high.”

There’s still time to donate to help SCAR meet it’s fundraising goal.

I hope you’ll visit this link for more info:

www.12tails.org

10Oct

“Is that a Canaan dog?”

Theo was  still an adolescent the day we met the woman who asked that question ten years ago…the first time we’d heard of a Canaan.

Sweet Theo, West Village.

Sweet Theo, West Village.

At the moment, we were focused on our destination: the mighty Shake Shack at Madison Square Park, the smell of their famous burgers an undeniable lure, but an open expression from a friendly soul and curiosity about Theodore encouraged us to linger.

“A Canaan?” I replied. “I don’t know the breed.” For a kid who grew up studying the AKC Handbook with the intensity that other children might devote to dressing Barbies, this was an unusual admission.

“It’s an Israeli Herding Dog, and he looks just like one!” she said.  Theo gave his new friend his most vigorous butt wag and open mouthed smile.

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Image from the Web. A champion Canaan Dog.

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Image from the Web. A champion Canaan Dog.

“Well, I can’t be sure what he is, but I’ve always thought he was a Border Collie with some greyhound mixed in, and maybe a dash of Akita, which might explain this curl in his tail, ” I said. “But the truth is, I’m just making a guess!”

“I want you to go home and look up the Canaan. You’ll see what I mean. Your kid is maybe a bit taller and bigger overall than a typical Canaan, but the markings, body shape…I’m sure of it,” she said. And with that, we parted ways.

Theo and I walked home, sharing a burger along the way. But once back in the apartment, my curiosity took hold and I quickly pulled up a page of Canaan Dog images. The resemblance between my youthful Theo and the ancient Canaan was spot on and I was fascinated to learn that the breed dates back to Biblical times. But it seemed unlikely that my humble pooch, rescued from a New Jersey shelter, could have descended from this relatively rare breed…

When I first adopted Theodore, his herding tendencies (later channeled into Service and Therapy work), boundless energy, plus his distinctive black and white markings and insatiable desire to learn new behaviors had me convinced he was a Border Collie.

I never thought to question my assumptions until Lila came along…

Lila in Connecticut.

Lila in Connecticut.

With her unique combination of shelter-dog challenges (noise sensitivity, reactivity, and head strong nature)  finding out about her lineage became a priority. I hoped that learning about her ancestors and natural genetic tendencies might help me to develop an appropriate training protocol to deal with her issues.

After reading a number of blogs and reviews about genetic testing services, I settled on Wisdom Panel. According to a veterinary newsletter and a number of other sources, Wisdom Panel seemed to produce the most accurate analyses, in part, due to their large number of samples.

I sent for the kits and they arrived shortly after.

The dogs didn’t appreciate my swabbing their cheeks for the requisite amount of time (15 seconds…an eternity for a dog) but I was intent on following the instructions to the letter, and the dogs dutifully complied.

Then we popped the tests in the mail and waited.

Lila’s results came back first, in a speedy two weeks, and she proved to be what we expected:

Coonhound + Plott Hound…with some Harrier mixed in. 

The Harrier. Image from the web.

The Harrier. Image from the web.

Plott Hound. Image from the Web.

Plott Hound. Image from the Web.

Looking at her and observing her behavior, it all makes sense.

She has the refined head, intelligence and sweet expression of a Harrier; the high energy, strength, athleticism, thin coat, enthusiasm and brindle markings of the boar- hunting Plott (a descendant of the German Hanoverian Hound, first bred in the American South); and the nose and youthful, rowdy energy of a Coonhound.

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Lila-Loo

Two weeks later, Theodore’s results came back, and we were floored.

The tests reported: Canaan Dog + Malamute + Golden Retriever.

The woman in the park was correct!

His body and head shape, markings and herding behaviors, intelligence and high energy levels are all typical of the Canaan. Then there’s that heavy undercoat and tendency to roam from the Malamute. And finally the sweetness and people-loving traits so common in Golden Retrievers.

Theodore on his perch. Connecticut.

Theodore on his perch. Connecticut.

It’s interesting now, to notice how my view of Theodore has been subtly altered.  Knowing about his Malamute and Canaan Dog genes, I think of him as a heartier dog than I once did and am no longer surprised when he’s not in the mood to wear his coat when the mercury drops. And I love this image of his ancestors, guarding and herding for their ancient Israeli masters.

I always thought of my sweet boy as having an old soul…

Theodore keeping a watchful eye. Vermont.

Theodore keeping a watchful eye. Vermont.