SAM

This. Is what we photograph.

For me, it was the runt of a litter. A scraggly Boxer with patchy, white fur, an under-bitten jaw, and golden soulful eyes.

Sam walked by my side from the purchase of my first home, job promotions, loss of friendships and family members. The big stuff. Eventually settling in quite nicely as a little family when I met my husband.

He was both the first to greet with a cold nose and a good ’scolding’ when I’d traveled for too long.

Always joyful, unless I wasnt. (He couldn’t take my tears and would wrap himself quite literally around me…licking my face in an attempt to make them stop).

He would ’sing’ for his supper.

Wiggle into the perfect ‘ kidney bean’ when excited. 

My Sammy boy offered perfect unconditional love. (well, except for those pouty episodes when I returned form a long trip;-)

This. Is what we photograph.

The perfect love and connection between pet owners and their children with fur.