Shortly before Christmas this year I stopped by an antique mall in West Seattle. On the basement level, on the lowest in a set of bookshelves, I found a box of photographs. Since there weren't many being sold in the shop I took a quick riffle through. What I came up with wasn't only a fistful of images, but a life lived in dogs.
This is the first: April 1946. A teenager with a sweet, distinctively round face and dark curls holds a fluffy golden brown and white puppy. Over this week we'll be watching her grow up, her dogs - always the same color and type - coming and going by her side over the years. I'm very excited to bring you these photos, and hope you'll agree that they are something special.