Through a combination of illness (Julia’s, better now, thanks) and forgetfulness (you need the camera to take pictures) we missed a week or two in our quest to document the puppies of Jenkintown. Last night we made it out with a healthy kid and camera (although a sick dad), and harvested a bumper crop of pooch pictures.
We had to race across the street to catch Daisy, whose owner was chatting with a friend. Daisy is a four year-old sheepdog/German shepherd mix who eyed us warily as we approached. We had Ben sitting in the stroller, Julia standing on the back and I, croaky with Julia’s transferred chest cold, pushing the whole thing forward. Judging by the reaction of the dog and its humans, I presented something of an odd, disturbing figure as I shambled toward them.
At this point, I realized I’d forgotten my notebook, so I recorded everything on the palm of my hand, which didn’t help appearances. We took our leave and, from Greenwood, we marched up Florence where we met Sherwood and his owner. Sherwood was a big fuzzy retriever mix and, eventually, sat patient for Julia’s photo.
While looping around Mather, we met Pepe, a 10 year-old German shepherd/border collie mix. Pepe sat patiently as Julia took her sweet time getting near. We were having a large-dog day, and the anxiety was building. Julia’s a little dog kind of girl, and the near-licking from Sherwood had put her on guard. Pepe was a good boy, and tolerated us.
Cat interlude.
Nice kitty.
Then we met a puppy NOT of Jenkintown, Callie, a lovely Korean Jindo visiting from West Virginia. Although Callie was Julia-scale, his owner warned that she was a rescue dog from not-so-pleasant circumstances. So we practiced using the zoom feature of Julia’s camera. Then we had a nice talk about shelter dogs.
At last we met Charlie, a bichon pup of indeterminate age. But by that time, I was running out of palm, so that’s all the detail I have.
Pictures courtesy of Julia Rose Lester.