Precious

One of the many things I love about being a Dog Photographer are the stories that are told through a person's life with and love for their dog.

Last week, I was on Vancouver Island in a beautiful area that is now called "Oceanside". It encompasses Qualicum Beach, Parksville and Nanoose Bay. Last May, I started a project "Dogs of Oceanside" where I offered promotional shoots to dog-loving residents and gave 10% to the Parksville-Qualicum SPCA. As I make a book in Vancouver featuring my favourite Dog Art Photography of that year, I decided to make a book for Oceanside which will be launched early December 2012. I went back last week to photograph more dogs and have enough material for the book. And, of course, hear more stories.

One of the most beautiful and heart-warming shoots from this segment of Dogs of Oceanside 2012 was with Lloyd and Sacha. Lloyd booked with me weeks before when I was in Vancouver but then suddenly had to cancel because of illness. I was very happy when he was able to re-book his shoot as I could tell that it was something that meant a lot to him.

Lloyd and his wife got Sacha when he was 5 from a small dog rescue organization. Sacha had been given up by his previous owners who decided they wanted a purebred and Sacha was apparently not pure enough. How could someone give up a dog they had had for 5 years? Unfortunately, I am told sad stories about human nature through people's lives through their dogs as well.

Lloyd says that when Sacha raises his paw in this way, he is thinking deeply about something!

How could someone give him up?

But Sacha was soon adopted by Lloyd and his wife and cherished. Sacha was Lloyd's wife's pride and joy; he went everywhere with her and was often on her lap. I am not surprised! Look at that face and that soft teddy-bear body! And a most divine swishy tail ...

Sacha never goes right on the beach. He and Lloyd are happy promenading on the sea wall. But, of course, I wanted the textures of the beach for the background. Sacha had a good time and was probably wondering what was going on.

Here is Sacha on the Qualicum Beach promenade ... off-leash though. I talked Lloyd into taking off his leash. I don't really like leashes in pictures and often Photoshop them out ... Another first for the precious Sacha: the beach then off-leash on his promenade!

Tragically, Lloyd's wife passed away a few years after Sacha entered their lives. I think it is more difficult for a husband to out-live his wife than the other way around. It seems that most women are better able to deal with old-age, dramatic life changes and even being alone. You can tell Lloyd really misses his wife. But his face lights up like a boy's when he talks about his dog. Sacha has various cookie rituals at night and he and Lloyd have a variety of friends that Sacha particularly likes visiting. If you say "You want to go to Lorne's?", his ears perk and head cocks to the side.

This is one of my favourite Dog Portraits. The sweet disposition, innocence and comforting nature of Sacha is communicated through his trusting up-turned face and the gentle flow of his tail.

Lloyd is a tall rather gruff looking man; he seems stern when you first meet him and doesn't smile easily. It is like you have to earn the softening of his face. But, when he picks up Sacha, it is with such tenderness that it melts your heart. I am sure that his love for Sacha is also connected to his love for his wife; it is like she lives in his loving little dog. And, when Lloyd cradles him in the palms of his large hands, Sacha is the most precious.

Pure Bred Perfection

Ok. Do some of you already have your backs up? My dog is perfect! My dog isn't a purebred. Who do you think you are you pure bred snob! Yes, the preference for 'mutts' over purebreds and vice versa is definitely a controversial topic and way of being in our relationships with dogs. Why buy a dog when there are so many in need of a home? Please bare with me all and don't bare your canines prematurely. 

All dogs are beautiful; you are right. All dogs are best buds to their human companions. But, as a visual artist and an obsessive aesthete, purebreds can take on the status of sculptures. Indeed, like it or not, they have been sculpted over the centuries to attain, well, a particular construction of perfection. They are a result of culture and are intricately connected to human history, their construction as a specific breed spanning back often hundreds of years and, whether you think it's right or wrong to manipulate canine traits through breeding, this intricate connection between the human and the dog is darn interesting.

Meet the most imperial Coton de Tulear. They are a Bichon-type breed and their history is somewhat mysterious.

Jewela, Kintana & Fatiana "Imperial Cotons"

We do know that the Coton de Tulear are the national dog of Madagascar (Wow! That's pretty interesting. I have always wanted to go to Madagascar). 

Over the centuries, the Coton de Tulear have graduated from a pirate ship to a Barbie pool!

The Coton's ancestors were possibly brought to Madagascar in the 16th and 17th centuries aboard pirate ships. Whether the dogs were brought along to control rats on the ships, as companions for long voyages, or were confiscated from other ships as booty no one knows. 

Regardless of how or why they got there, these friendly, silky dogs were favoured by Malagasy Royalty and only they were allowed to have them ... poor commoners, no Cotons for you :(

Princess dogs indeed. Jewela and Fatiana seem destined to perch atop a vanity. 

Tulear is the French name for the Malagasy town Toliara on St. Augustine Bay and French colonists. Not only did the French change the name of the town (couldn't they say and spell "Toliara"?), they understandably took a fancy to the epic regality of these dogs and brought them back to France. Today, the breed is being revived from extinction and, because they are so rare, they are pretty darn pricey. A Coton de Tulear puppy can sell for $3000. Some things never change: poor monetary commoners, no Coton for you!

Fatiana's summer-time portrait. Is she an exquisite creature, or what? 
And such a sweet, loving disposition. 

King Kintana. What poise; what a princely disposition. He is, indeed, one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever encountered.

Lorna Christie of “White Pearl Cotons” in White Rock is currently preparing to breed Jewela (hailing from Belgium, dontcha know) and the princely Kintana. Jewela isn’t even ‘with-puppies’ yet and there is already a waiting list! Apparently, people are more than willing to pay $3000 for a exquisite Coton de Tulear.

Kintana & Jewela. Soon to breed. I can't wait to meet their puppies! 

Sure can't afford one (yet) though :(

Then there are the Havanese. Oh my …

Mosey. He is a perfect Havanese. You really can't take a bad picture of this guy.
He is Peggie McRobbie's dog of Chilliwack's Cinnabar Havanese. 

Mosey in the studio. Yes, I must admit, I do add to the perfection ... he did have some hair in his eyes.
Perfection and the highest quality Dog Art is Karen Moe Photography's Branding. It gives me so much pleasure to create and participate in Beauty ... hmmm... my next Blog Post maybe: 'On Beauty'.

Some say Havanese are a cousin to the Coton. The Havanese is also said to be a Bichon type breed.  

As the Cotons are the national dogs of Madagascar, the Havanese are of Cuba. They developed from the now extinct Blanquito de la Habana ("little white dog of Havana"). The Blanquito descended from the also now extinct Bichon Tenerife, which was introduced to the Canary Islands by the Cubans. (What a journey!) It is believed that the Blanquito was eventually cross-bred with other Bichon types, including the Poodle, to create what is now known as the Havanese.

Babette. What a Beauty. Peggie McRobbie's lovely female.

Babette in studio. Look at her perfect fountain-tail and slipper feet .... And the sheen of her hair in the studio lights ... Ahh ... and her sweet smiley face ... 

Political events led to the total disappearance of the old bloodlines of the Havanese in Cuba (Hmmm … could that have been the Cuban Socialist Revolution?). Apparently a few dogs were successfully smuggled out of Cuba whose descendants have survived in the U.S.A. 

Even though I would have been on the side of the Revolutionaries, I am sure glad some of those 
who left brought along a few of their adorable lapdogs.

 (This is Nelson, one of the 6 Havanese puppies I photographed this month for breeder 
Salida Del Sol in Langely BC.)

Now, the Havanese are one of the most popular family and companion dogs. Not only are they super-cute, they possess a spirited personality and have a saucy spring in their step, they are gentle with children and love human companionship. Don't you want one? 

This is also one of the puppies I photographed this month. It is one of my favourite dog portraits ever. Note how the back ground is another puppy? With the same markings? The frame is filled with puppy: both foreground and back.

My sister-in-law's Havanese is named Molly. She is about 10 now and has become a bit set in her ways ... like a 45 year old woman, perhaps, who enjoys putting her feet up and sipping a glass of wine after a hard day. Alas, Molly does not have this kind of predictable tranquility. There is a 4-year-old in the house who treats her like an inanimate doll and carries her around under her arm in some most awkward positions. But, Molly, even though she can look a bit woe-be-gone, doesn't flinch or growl, even though we know she would much rather be curled up on her little dog bed.

This is my Dogs & Kids promo poster for this summer featuring Elizabeth 
(my niece) twirling around Molly ... 

And, can they ever run! It is amazing to watch such a small creature virtually fly through a field. No fragile lap dogs are they (although they are lovely lap friends as well). 

This puppy is gracing the cover of Suzanne McKay's of Mimosa Havanese 
in Winnipeg forthcoming book on raising Havanese puppies: "Pawprints".

Suzanne calls this shot "Run like Hell"! And, Havanese sure do!

Zoom-Zoom Babette!

So, to pure bred or not to pure bred? To mutt or not to mutt? A choice for sure when you are getting your canine chum. Despite my left-wing-save-the-world-and-all-of-its-oppressed-creatures politics, I acknowledge one of my contradictions (admit it or not, I believe we all have them. And it's OK), I fall in the former category. Yes, Ingrid (my mutt-loving sister), I do. When I can afford one and have a dog where I live, I choose Havanese: they are fun, frisky, and devoted. I love their eyes, their licorice noses, their fountain tails and their slipper feet. There, I confess. Nobody is perfect; except, of course, all of our dogs :)

Oh Mosey: I can never get enough of you! Those are some fine slipper feet!

And, 'a bientot' (sorry, no accent markings in this Blog type)

from The Coton Party!

Whirl-O-Rama Kismet!!!

Once upon a time (last May), on a bright sunny spring day, Kismet the puppy was let loose on Havanese breeder Alida Wasmuth's (Salida del Sol Havanese) Langley property. Keeping still was a rarity, and I had to race after him, changing my ISO and exposures between momentary sweet stillness and race-car manouvers through the tall, sunlit grasses.

Romp-O-Rama Dog in flight!

Is that a dog, or a race car?

Kismet is destined for the show ring, and has already flown across the country twice! He is Havanese perfection. The red and white colouring is very rare and I have been told is the most valuable. Breeders spend years working towards a red and white litter and will fly dogs from other continents in order to achieve this end. Kismet is one precious little pooch. 

Interestingly, despite his deep integration into human civilization as a show-dog and an animal that is the product of centuries of breeding, Kismet is one of the wildest dogs I have ever photographed. The farther a dog gets from their origin as wolf doesn’t necessarily mean they are not going to be a free-spirit. His pure, alive puppy bliss is unfettered by none, one with the grasses, the trees, and the wind that whirled his fur into the unending velocity of the Wilderness. 

Here is a sequence that I call "Whirl-O-Rama Kismet"!

What a funny Guy! When these pictures were taken, he lived in Chilliwack BC with Peggie McRobbie of Cinnabar Havanese. Now, he lives in Wakefield Quebec with Beth Obrecht of Rockhurst Havanese. Next week, Kismet makes his debut at the US national Havanese Speciality. There will be 300 Havanese in attendance. Go Kismet! Not only does the young Kismet whirl, he really gets a-round!

Dogs of Oceanside May 2012

I have photographed A LOT of doggies lately ... hence the gap between entries. Lets begin with The Dogs of Oceanside. This is a project that will be continued from September 8th - 16th in connection to the Parksville/ Qualicum SPCA's 'Paws for a Cause'. 10% of the shooting fee goes to the local SPCA (as it did in May). Karen Moe Photography is going to make a book called "Dogs of Oceanside." We make a book every year for "Dogs of Vancouver," so why not expand to other dog-crazy communities? Karen Moe Photography is expanding!

I didn't know there was an Oceanside in our beautiful BC. I have been visiting Qualicum Beach for years, staying with my good friends and generous hosts Joe Rosenblatt and his wife Faye. (See the previous post which is an interview with Joe, aka: the Dogfather).

On one of my visits, my Dogfather (Joe) said in his gruff, matter-of-fact, fatherly way, "You should photograph the Dogs of Qualicum Beach. People are crazy for their dogs here ... the town is run by dogs. Even the mayor is a dog!" I didn't know whether to take him literally of figuratively. And, if the latter, it may be an insult to dogs!

I generally heed my Dogfather's advice so, I embarked upon my project 'Dogs of Qualicum Beach'.

Well, this Blog Entry isn't called that, you may be thinking, what about this Oceanside place? OK. People over there on the mid-East side of Vancouver Island were so excited about the project that I started getting calls from Parksville (a bit to the south of Qualicum). It was then that I discovered Qualicum and Parksville are no longer entirely separate entities; they have been united into the amalgam of Oceanside. Times they are a-changin' ...

So, the first dogs in my Dogs of Oceanside series are Mitzy and Benny. They are two rescues and are very sweet sensitive dogs. Mitzy has no eyes. I had never photographed a blind dog before and it was a special experience. Of course, she is very sensitive to sound and I had to be very quiet when photographing her as, if I did some of my wacky barks or meows to get dogs to look and tilt their heads in that cute way, she would look around, trying to discern what that foreign sound was!  I had to be quiet; she only responded to the familiar voices of her human companions, Gerry and Ken.

I love this one! It is one of my favourite dog pictures. I think it captures the essence of her sweetness and delicacy.

This is one of the portraits Gerry and Ken selected for their Dogs of Oceanside special package. Here is Mitzy, in their colourful garden.

Benny is Mitzy's side-kick. He is a Bichon Frise and is also a rescue. I got some lovely shots of him in the front garden.

The magnolias trees were in bloom when I was there, so I got this lovely shot of Benny amongst the magnolia petals.

This one I call "Benny at Versailles." Yes, I do get a thrill from composition and design in my images!
OK, one more of Benny that I can't resist posting:

I adore this one! Look at the symmetry! Look! God I love symmetry. Not always of course, but in my Dog Art Photography, I strive for perfection.

The next Dogs in my Oceanside Shoots are Bravo and Regent, two most charismatic and snortely pugs! They live in a beautiful home high on a cliff that looks over the Georgia Straight. Here is one of Regent on their deck.

Is it possible for a pug to have even more personality? Regent you and your crooked tongue rock my aesthetic world. And the mauve deck, and those funny feet poking out. What a perfect guy! Regent is also extremely affectionate and spent a lot of time rubbing his head along my legs as I sat on the ground photographing he and his 'bro, Bravo. Here is Bravo on the couch. Notice that he is accompanied by a pug cushion?

And as the Magnolias were out and had fallen on Irene and Robert's front steps, I had to take advantage of such random Beauty. Here is Regent again "Regent & the Magnolia Petals." I will be making this piece 20" x 30" and mounting on Dibond for my studio.

And, finally, here are Regent and Bravo together on their front stairs, two stone Chinese Pug statues on either side. When people love pugs, they really LOVE their pugs.

Those are the first four Dogs of Oceanside. More to follow!

An Interview with the Dogfather

Poet and Painter Joe Rosenblatt (aka “The Dogfather”) was born in Toronto in 1933. Over the years, Rosenblatt has written more than 20 books of poetry, several autobiographical works and his poems have appeared in over thirty anthologies of Canadian poetry over his forty-year career as a poet. His poetry books have received major awards, such as the Governor General's award for poetry in 1976 and the BC Book Prize in 1986. His art works are represented by the Qualicum Frameworks Gallery in Qualicum Beach, Artfitterz Frame shop and gallery in Nanaimo and the Rouge Gallery in Saskatoon. His drawings and paintings are in numerous private and public collections in Canada.

"Happy Colours" 2008
Joe Rosenblatt

In 2000, I photographed every dog I saw for a week roaming the streets of Havana. This was the origin of my emotional, spiritual and aesthetic relationship with dogs that has since resulted in my Fine Art Dog Portrait business.


In 2002, my “Perros: Dogs of Havana” photographs were exhibited at the Havana Gallery on Commercial Drive in Vancouver. When Joe saw the photographs he was inspired to write sonnets about them. Soon after, poet Catherine Owen joined Joe in his sonneteering and, in 2008, the book of photographs and sonnets simpley entitled “DOG” was published by Mansfield Press in Toronto. It was during this collaboration, that the Dogfather was born. And Catherine and I soon became his Dogdaughters, she “Angelina” and myself “Francine.”

Cover "Dog" Joe Rosenblatt, Catherine Owen, Karen Moe

Mansfield Press, 2008

I realized the other day that I must interview the Dogfather for my Dog Blog and retrieve some of our experiences during our collaboration on DOG and also ask him to throw us a few bones on his life and philosophy as the Dogfather.

This interview between Karen Moe (me) and Joe Rosenblatt (the Dogfather) was conducted over e-mail between April 5 and April 15, 2012.

KM: Why are you the Dogfather?

JR: I am the Dogfather because of our collaboration, myself as dog sonneteer, you as dog photographer, and Catherine Owen, dog sonnateer on the Dog book, a Mansfield Press title (Toronto).

Catherine and I were inspired by your Havana photographs of dogs in inner city Havana. It spirited us to write sonnets to your canine images. Now as I was the oldest bard I thought it fitting to call myself the Dogfather which is a take on the Godfather in that fabulous movie.

KM: You wrote sonnets about my Dogs of Havana in our book DOG. What was it about these photographs that inspired you?

JR: What inspired me about the Havana dogs was they were survivors and they were proud survivors. They had a thing called nobility and it showed in the photographs. They were worthy of being written about in sonnet form.

"Carne" Dogs of Havana (2002) 

Karen Moe

"Pounce" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe

KM: Is there anything about the sonnet form that befits survival and nobility?

JR: I like the sonnet form because it is a closed form, no straying away with those concluding lines of the sonnet answering a big Mutt like myself's dilemma. 

KM: Yes, the sextet (the last stanza) is a response to the octet (the first stanza). There is the comfort of an answer to an existential dilemma.

"Happy Perro" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe

KM: What is the connection between the Godfather and the Dogfather?

JR: The Dogfather, me, Mutt is a patriarchal figure like Brando playing the Godfather. Ya see, Mutt being the transformative patriarchal mutt to his Dogdaughters is a Godfather of sort but unlike Brando he doesn't have cotton batten in his mouth to play the godfather.

KM: Like Brando, you are 'playing' the patriarch. Are you a tongue in cheek (or cotton batten in cheek) patriarch?

JR: Partially eaten Montreal smoked sandwich stuck in my cheek patriarchal transformative dogfather. It muffles my bark, but I like it that way!

KM: What do you mean by ‘transformative’. Is it an ironic characteristic of your Dogfather with a ‘muffled bark’? And is there anything mafioso about yourself as the Dogfather in connection to the film?

JR: I am being transformed into sagacious old godfather mutt with no criminal intent or record. I say humans developed from Border collies not apes that Darwin would have us think and you can quote me on that, Border collies are smart herding dogs. 

The transformative is the dog spirit morphing me into a human dog, muffled bark, yeah, that’s me. I say move over Marlon Brando, here comes the Dogfather!

KM: You often feature cats in your paintings. Have you ever featured a Dog? If not, why? What is the difference between dogs and cats, to you?

JR: No, I haven't featured dogs in my visual art because there are at least 400 types of breeds in the dog world and it just happens that cats have crept into my life for decades, are featured in my drawings and paintings and in my poems. No offence, dogs, and I adore them, don't make the fit in my psyche.

"Hip Cats" (2008)
Joe Rosenblatt

"Hip Cats 5" (2008)
Joe Rosenblatt

KM: What do dogs symbolize to you?

JR: Dogs symbolize loyalty and have more enobled features than humanity. They serve people, protect people and keep people company, whereas cats tend to rely less on people except for feeding time and seem more aloof than dogs and certainly more mysterious. Cats bring home rodents as gifts to their owners while dogs wait for gifts from their owners.

KM: You have 3 orange cat friends. If you had a dog what kind would you have?

JR: If I had a dog I would have a Border Collie, a smart dog because I love the herding instinct and love a pushy dog who would make a big hit pushing party goers around as they drink my high octane martinis!

Transformatively speaking I would make a wonderful Border Collie. 

KM: You have talked about being photographed as a dog. How do you envision that photograph? Would it be a kind of 'self' portrait? An alter-ego?

JR: I want to be photographed as noble mutt. It would have to do with my ego. Maybe I could get into a huge St. Bernard dog costume with a little brandy barrel chained to my neck?

KM: What do you think about dogs in leather jackets? What do you think about dogs in pink, frilly dresses?

JR: I loathe the idea of animals dressed in leather jackets or wearing dresses. Why hide the beauty of the dog in such frivolous ways? Isn't their fur coat natural clothes? The Creator didn't intend for dogs to go around wearing clothes. This is an abomination as far as I am concerned.        

KM: I agree … but not as severely. If a client wants me to photograph their dog in doggy clothing, of course I will. But I always tell them that I like to represent the dog as dog as best I can.

In my Dog Art Photography, I focus as much as possible on the Beauty and nobility of the Dog as a Dog and as an individual creature outside of the human. This style and approach to Dog Photography developed through the genesis of my Dog Photography being in Cuba where dogs are detached from humans and are, in a sense, 'pure' dogs. 

"Flop" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe

I like to reveal and document something about the essence of Dog and the essential beauty and personality of an individual Dog.  But, if a client’s dog as dog has become a pink tutu wearing Maltese, is that what the relationship between dog and human has produced in a particular cultural context? From centuries of inter-action between dog and human? Can it be seen as an evolution or transformation of dog as dog? What do you think, dear reader? 

Joe, is the essence of Dog that emanates from my Dogs of Havana photographs what inspired you to write a book of Sonnets based on them?

JR: Why did I identify with those wandering street dogs in inner Havana?  I admire their survival skills, enduring hunger and just trying to retain their canine nobility while tourists snap their cameras at them without offering them some food. You at least had the sensitivity to offer them a partly eaten sandwich. I identify with the underdog, if you will pun, and always have. One of your dog pictures, a black and white dog, ferocious looking … why, I wouldn't walk up an ally with him following a scent trail of a belt of weiners. Just kidding here!

"Beso" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe 

KM: Through the photographing of every dog I saw for a week in Central Havana, the dogs became ‘my spirit guides’. I was having a difficult time down there, confused and alone in a very different Cuba than I imagined in my idealistic, socialist soul. Also, as is typical of First World tourists, a broken-heart added to my isolation and I wondered why I was even there. The Dogs became my guides and my ‘reason’.

"Scrappy" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe 

In ‘Drifting’ (which is your first poem in DOG), you call to your faithful animal companion, Rex, ‘to perform a creative ablution.’ (See the end of this Dog Blog entry for the poem). Were dogs simultaneously your inspiration and your guides through this particular poetic journey?

JR: Well, Karen, dogdaughter and dogateer, that poem isn't too flattering. I called upon the spirit dog Rex to pee on my mother's grave, my reason as I may have mentioned it: she got her revenge on me from beyond the grave and left me out her will, so I called upon my alter ego Rex to wash her grave in sacred urine. Need I go on?

Regarding your Cuban canine, did they find a kindred spirit in you as well as you in them? In Third World countries dogs are a luxury; poor folk have to feed their family before they feed a street dog in inner Havana, if you get my drift?

KM: Yes, I can empathize with the fact that a difficult relationship with your mother and an extreme insult through her death is certainly an extistential struggle. And, you may be right in that the Havana dogs found some sort of kindred spirit in me; I certainly found them as my kindred spirits. My relationship with the dogs of Central Havana can be seen as another instance of how dogs and humans have helped each other in various ways (including psychologically and helping to heal the soul) for over 10,000 years.

Be they detached from the human and pared down to an essence or maintained and clipped into an ideal of a perfected breed, dogs are inevitably connected to the human, and we to them. Indeed, as French Feminist philosopher Helene Cixous outs it: “We are never so human as when we are dog.” 

JR: Here is an old mutt. Haven't you noticed the tin can tied to my tail, the sad gray eyes, the drooling mouth, the ruined knuckles on my paw, my chipped ears from dealing with baying wolves of adversity?




Drifting


I'm drifting like a piece of debris swept up by a leaf blower
Sleep well, my fermentative rage, go and rest for an hour
and dream of a childhood's waltzing butterflies,
or perchance to follow the frothing pit bull in my soul:
Why wait? Get up, my faithful companion, Rex,
I need you to perform a creative ablution: it'll be beneficial
for us both, to lave and bless a grave via a bladder's ode
to a slippered ghost, hunched over like a dead plant.
In the citreous light I see her sporting a treacled smile
as she shuffles about some dirt floor in a worm-starred abode.
Yes, my grinning friend, you and I can co-scribe a poem,
but I am out-surged by your stream of consciousness,
You write so effortlessly and your so damn elegiac!
you didn't learn the craft in some puppy mill, did you?


Joe Rosenblatt

KM: Always a hearty WOOF to you Dogfather and thanks always for your loyal and such a noble (and lets not furget playful) collaboration of Dogs and Sonnets! 

"Chicken Bone" Dogs of Havana (2002)

Karen Moe