
So here's a fun little tidbit I've been meaning to share since I attended the BlogPaws conference in May. I was
standing, er, kneeling there petting Ricochet from
NEPA Pets while his owner Dawn talked to Jodi from
Kol's Notes and none of us recognized each other.
(And yes, yes I was actually petting the dog instead of introducing myself to the humans, because, let's face it, that's how I roll. However, I'm pretty sure Dawn was in my corner on this approach.)
It wasn't until Jodi Stone from
Heart Like a Dog came by and recognized me that we all realized we actually "knew" each other, we just didn't recognize the human faces.
Truth: If you are a pet blogger and I meet you and your dog on the street, I will undoubtedly recognize your dog. I will probably know his/her name, their favorite toy, date of birth and pet peeves but I will probably not know your name.
This is true of most interactions at dog parks today so maybe not all that unusual. The big difference is, unlike if I met you at the dog park, if you're a blogger and we bump into each other one day, I probably won't even recognize your face.
Recently, I've been privy to some conversations lately where a remarkable number of pet bloggers I know have all come to realize we spend a lot more time
behind the camera than in front of it.
This was not always true for me.
When I was growing up, my dad was an aspiring photographer always in need of a subject. And what better subject than your kid who has to do what you say because, well, they're your kid. I grew up in front of a camera. But what I most remember from these photo-journalistic outings was the time I spent alone with my dad.
We would go to parks and hike through the woods or climb on the rocks along the Rhode Island coast. Just me and him. And a camera.
And then, when I got the first dog of my adulthood, Beau, my dad came up with this great idea to
take a picture of me and Beau together pretty much in the same pose every month for the first year of Beau's life. 14 years later when I had to help my big beautiful boy cross over The Bridge, those photos were a treasure I could never have expected.
And I admit, when I look at those photos, I don't just see how unspeakably cute Beau was as a puppy. I see me in them as well. A younger me who was just beginning to find her way in the world. I see the adoration in my eyes for my chubby, wiggly puppy. And I see the early formation of a bond that grew to be unlike any other in my life.
Now that my father has passed on as well, I can't help but wish someone had had the forethought to take pictures of me and him every year while I was growing up. Because, while there are dozens of pictures of me growing up, there are only a few of me with my dad.
There are even fewer of me and Bella since my dad hasn't been here to take them.
I need to figure out how to take more pictures of me and Bella together. I'm hardly invisible on the blog - I'm in plenty of videos and all the old photos I share that my dad took. But there aren't any pictures that put me and Bella together and I plan to change that. I have two weeks to figure out how.
Why do I only have two weeks? Because, on December 18th, a bunch of bloggers are hosting a "Meet the Blogger" Blog Hop and you're invited.