A Second Life for My Beloved Dog
Peggy was my first dog—the dog I waited 28 patient years for. I finally met her on August 15, 2015. She was eight weeks old, covered in filth after a 14-hour ride from Georgia to New York, and inexplicably still adorable. Floppy ears. Jet-black muzzle. Meaty little forepaws. We didn’t plan it this way, but my partner and I rescued her on the same day we moved in together. Peggy represented a new phase of my life: the beginning of my chosen family.
As soon as I brought the chubby, squirming ball of fur home, I felt compelled to capture, however clumsily, the joy she brought into our lives. You can see the change in my iPhone’s camera roll: Two-thirds of the way through 2015, the mosaic of images shifts away from the drab tones of a poorly lit Brooklyn apartment and is infused with a new vitality.I was obsessed with documenting Peggy’s life.
