our hiatus

Sophie and I have been absent for a while for a couple of reasons. Partly because I have been so busy with work...the notion of being on a computer after a long day at the office was somewhat distasteful. And partly because I have been struggling with what to say to keep this blog fresh and relevant...how to continue telling mine and Sophie's story without becoming repetitive. And partly because I, for the most part, retired my camera for a few months....somewhere in the business side of my photography (even though it was quite small) my love for it got lost so I haven't had a lot of new photos to post here. I considered shutting down the blog...wondering if it's time was over. But....

I have just spent some time reading over some past blog posts of mine and realized how much I treasure having those documented stories of Sophie and I. Finding Sirius, at the end of the day, is for me....so even if our journey becomes irrelevant to other readers, it will always be important to me and I want to continue writing about Sophie and I. I have dissolved the business aspect of my photography and am starting to get back to the hobby I once loved...taking pictures of Sophie, of our life and am looking to evolve creatively in the world of digital art. As for work, it will continue to be busy but I am still loving every minute of it and need to find a way to balance it with this blog. I often get to use my stories of Sophie and I in my work...she will always be my muse and she inspires others....and nothing makes me prouder. So Finding Sirius will continue on, as my journey with Sophie continues on...and as dog love continues to open my eyes to new possibilities every day.

the art of appreciation

I’ve been engaged in a few conversations lately that have me thinking about how we try to preserve and expand the moments and things in our life that bring us great joy…that matter so much to us. There are often times, when in a sincere attempt to get more of something that makes us feel good, we lose the uniqueness and rarity of that thing which made it stand out and sing to us so much in the first place.

a lovely daughter

During my girl’s getaway weekend, a very good friend was talking about being a stay-at-home Mom to her two young daughters with another friend who worked full time while raising her own two and a half year old daughter. She said something that rang out above the din of all the laughter and conversations that struck me right in my heart. She said she worried about “losing sight of it all”…..of how she could see the possibility of getting so buried in the day to day routine of it all, in all the tasks that she had to complete to look after her children, that she might eventually miss appreciating her girls and her time with them as much as she used to…unlike the full time mother who has less time and may be more aware of the precious moments that she has with her daughter. So she was making a conscious effort everyday to not let that happen…to not miss the moments. I thought that what she said was so honest and beautiful and rare….it is one of the reasons that I believe she is as wonderful as mother as she is.

cottage beauty that takes your breath away

The following weekend up north I was speaking with my father about our family cottage. He and my mother are both retired and I was enquiring as to whether or not he thought they would start staying at the cottage months at a time during the summer and fall. He hesitated for a moment and then said that he didn’t think so. He said that he really enjoyed the feeling of “coming up to the cottage…of arriving here” and that he didn’t want to lose that by basically living up there for half of the year. I realized his feelings were similar to my friend’s….he had a different solution, but the end result was the same…a conscious effort to engage in the art of appreciation. My father knows that the "getting there" is one of the reasons why he has loved the cottage the way he has for the last decade...and he wants to keep it that way.

my own art of appreciation project

The art of appreciation is different than not taking things for granted. I do not believe that my friend has ever taken her daughters for granted even for a second….nor do I believe that my father has ever felt like that about the cottage. I believe that both these people feel lucky, every day, to have those people and things in their life….the art of appreciation is one step further. It’s about still feeling the magic when a daughter smiles up at you or puts her hand in yours…or when you catch the first sight of water on your winding drive up north or when you hear your kid’s cars maneouvering down the gravelly cottage driveway late on the Friday night of the first long weekend of the summer. It’s about recognizing the importance of that magic no matter how much time passes….and never losing sight of it.

every once in a while

I never saw the details in life until I stepped behind a camera. And by details, I don't mean colours and shapes...I mean moments....all the little pieces of this world that make it yours, that make it sing to you. I may have never discovered that if it weren't for Sophie coming into my life. I picked up a camera for this first time to capture my moments with her. And now I am able, every once in a while, to capture some of those moments for others...often through their children.

I don't have children, but when I see a mother's face light up when she looks at a photo I have taken of her child..a precious moment captured forever...it takes my breath away and the love that she has for that child becomes palpable. It is a simply wonderful thing. And I am so glad that I am able, every once in a while, to give that captured moment to them.

My four very best girlfriends in the world and I are gathering together at the end of this month for our annual cottage getaway. I cannot wait to see them...we have all not been together since Christmas. I have asked them to work around crazy schedules in order to get together for a photo shoot when we get back from our weekend. A photo shoot not of us, but of their children....all together...doing all the whimsical things that kids do. Seven wonderful little girls and boys who never fail to make me smile. And in whom I am able, every once and while, to see their mother's faces smiling back at me.

in a word

Last night I watched my neighbour across the street pull his truck into his driveway and hop out with his dog...a wonderful, exceptionally well trained, german shorthaired pointer. He took a few minutes to sit on his front steps with his dog, rubbing his belly, and I could tell even from across the street, that for those few minutes, the rest of the world had ceased to exist for those two. It was one of those momements between dog and owner that always captivate me...that are difficult to describe in words but that I feel deep in my heart.





Dog owners know those momements that I am referring to....that feeling you have with your dog sometimes that swells up inside of you and can make you want to drop to your knees and thank the fates for bringing this precious creature into your life. The way we feel about our dogs (and cats) is different than how we feel about our families, our significant others, our kids....not better, not stronger, not lesser....just different. Our feelings for our dogs are pure and unrestrained.....we know there is no risk of betrayal, we do not need to be cautious...we feel for our dogs completely with our hearts as there is no need for our heads to get involved. I imagine this is also true, and likely amplified, for how parents feel about their children. I expect to feel that way about my kids (if I ever go down that path)....but I never expected to feel that way so strongly about a dog. And perhaps that unexpectedness is part of what makes those moments with our dogs so touching....I'm always still a little suprised every time I feel that swell of emotion. And I hope I always will be.




As I watched my neighbour and his own dog last night, while Sophie lay at my feet, I knew I wanted to write about it today and began searching for the right words to describe what that is between dog and owner that captivates me so. As I began to form eloquent phrases in my mind, I saw my neighbour hold his dog's head in both hands and bring his face close to his own. He looked into his dog's eyes and just grinned. At that momement, I mentally threw out my grandiose phrases....because what I saw, in a word, was love. Simple, unabashed, all encompassing, love. And it doesn't get any more grandiose or any more simple than that.

sophie and the city

(photos by Angie McKaig Photography)

Sophie and I had the opportunity to attend a media event that my company was hosting downtown Toronto. One of the reasons I love my job....Sophie can often be a part of it. It was her first visit into the big city...one I am sure she won't forget.





I am always at my best when Sophie is by my side...and even though she was little out of her element in the middle of the cityscape, she still won the hearts of everyone who met her. I never tire of seeing Sophie's effect on people....it always warms me to my core.








And while both of us are more comfortable on the trails...it's nice once in a while to glam it up a bit; to throw on a pair of heels and to feel the cool pavement of the city streets beneath the paws. We enjoyed our morning in the city....but we loved our evening running free on the trails.




Sophie and the city....she was fabulous. :)

a dog remembered - dedicated to buddy and starsky

A few friends have recently gone through the difficult task of letting go of canine loved one. My heart goes out to each of them...and I hope that many of the wonderful memories that they have of their time with these great dogs provides a bit of comfort to them over the next few weeks and months and years to come. I can't help but think of my own great dog when I hear about these sad passings....and, even though Sophie and I have much time together still, I have been thinking about how I will remember her.




When Sophie and I run into a familiar face in the dog park or on our favourite trail, we are often met with a comment like: "Oh I remember Sophie...she is so well trained!" or "I remember her because of that trick!" or "...because of those freckles!" And while I am glad that Sophie is bit of a memorable dog for all of these reasons, and while I will never forget these wonderful qualities of hers....this is not what I will remember the most when I think of her twenty years from now.



Through my photography, my writing and this blog I have documented all of our time together. Every adventure, every story, every emotion has been captured either with my camera or with my words. And I am so thankful for that...to be able to have this story of us for the rest of my life. I didn't think about recording moments with my first cat, Cosmo, so I only have one or two photos of our short, but important, time together and I often regret that. And while I know that I will read and re-read this blog when Sophie is gone, and will study every photograph I have ever taken of her....this is not what I will remember the most when I think of her twenty years from now.





I have often written about dog love....this wonderful, powerful thing that these amazing creatures can bring into your life and light up the world with. And as much as I appreciate Sophie showing me the power of dog love....that is also not what I will remember the most when I think of her twenty years from now. What I will remember the most is my love for her. I will remember how this tiny presence opened up a part of my heart in a unique and unexpected way. I will remember how my love for her changed the way I saw the world...how it changed me. My love for her will stay with me forever...and, beause of that, as long as I have breath in my lungs...she will be a dog remembered.

unbroken

There is a theory (I was reading about on Jon Katz's blog) that I have been thinking about lately that revolves around the notion that "in all of us there is an undamaged, unbroken core...the spirit of us that is pure and intact"(Katz). There is a part of us that views the world like we did when we were five....without the influence of ugly truths, or the experiences of disappointments, hurt and pain. And, as I fell in love with this theory, I thought about dogs...I thought about Sophie.



photo of sophie by scruffy dog photography

In my continued quest to understand and appreciate the human connection with animals, I've conversed with many pet owners...listened to their stories, felt their passions, pondered their theories about why and how these connections develop, why they are important and how they can run so deep. I believe this unbroken core theory is central to this connection.

photo of sophie by scruffy dog photography

It seems possible to me that our animals touch this spririt in us. Through their innocence, their exhuberance for joy and for love, their simple way of being, they are able to connect us periodically with our unbroken core....and we feel five years old again and see the world with awe and with hope and with wonder. And even if it's only for a few minutes at a time, it is, without a doubt, one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. I know this because I have found my spirit with Sophie in many places....as we danced with the snowflakes across a wintery field; as we swam in silly circles under a warm july sun; as we lost ourselves on the trails without a care for the time or the world; and everytime she has made me laugh out loud or my heart burst with love. She found the unbroken me.