Day 11: dreams

I’ve already posted several pictures of Dorsey sleeping for the Joy of Love, so I wanted to interpret today’s theme of dreams a bit more loosely. It was also a beautiful, sunny day that was just a tad less nippy than earlier this week, so I took advantage of the opportunity to photograph Dorsey outdoors.

Dorsey’s wakeful dreams—as far as I can tell—tend to center around his obsession with food and treats. Thus, I snapped him standing at the colorful front door of Tangier, the bar a few doors down from our house. During warmer weather, patrons eat at sidewalk tables and lavish attention on Dorsey as he scavenges for bits of fallen food. Even better, it employs Quan, a cook who used to give Dorsey and his friend Roark bacon before Dorsey’s stomach started rejecting the grease. He still remembers the good ole’ days, and dreams of a time when Quan will give him bacon again.

Similarly, Dorsey still peers into the covered-up windows of our former dry cleaners, where the owner always gave him treats. He’s convinced that old man is hiding out in there somewhere and will come out to rescue Dorsey from a drab life of dry cleaners who don’t spoil customers’ canines.

Finally, this one belongs under the previous theme of Space. Dorsey could tell I was packing for a short trip today, so he hid under the bench in our bedroom. He’s always had an affinity for small enclosed spaces like this—he once hid under a hotel room desk during a wedding and his constant escapes under our coffee table spurred us to replace it with one with a shelf that wasn’t as easy to hide underneath. This is pretty typical for him when he’s nervous or is doing something wrong: