Indie’s operation is a distant memory. Stitches out, jumper off, cone head in the bin. She’s still getting special treatment, though, and is getting comfy on my bed.
As always, I am spending Christmas with my family in Inverkip. My family is quite small, comprising of my sister, mother, gran, and my mother’s boyfriend, Phil. Oh, and I mustn’t forget the dogs – they are a huge part of our family, too. My sister and I were walking our dogs this morning, and Malia took a grumpy turn when we headed home.
Merry Christmas! I hope you aren’t having a grumpy Christmas like Malia.
Every week for 52 weeks I took a photo of my dog. I thought it’d be a great idea; I was snapping photos of Indie all the time and figured it would be nice to look back on in the future. To begin with I had a lot of enthusiasm for the ‘project’, but towards the end became lazy and dragged my heels. There are some photos here that make me cringe, but pushing myself as a photographer wasn’t what this collection was about.
It’s about Indie and how much she warms my heart on a daily basis, therefore capturing my life with her for a short period of time. I don’t know much about Indie’s background; how old she is or how many homes she’s had (I know I am at least her third, and she is probably about 7 years old now), but I know she is a lot of fun to have in my life and that’s why I took these photos.