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So, my last post was a bummer. This post is the opposite!

A couple of weeks ago, we adopted a new little boy! Meet Clark!

So, we certainly didn’t think we’d be getting another dog after Mr. Elvis passed, especially not two weeks after … but once I saw this face, I knew we had to meet him. Besides, once you’re used to a little flat faced dog snoring 24/7, the house is very quiet without it.

I was perusing petfinder.org and came across this beautiful little pug named “Ben” on the Pals for Paws page. I kept coming back to him. I sent his page to Ken. Ken tried to ignore me. Fail.

When we met Clark, his foster mom, Marsha, filled us in on his story. He is approximately one year old and was rescued from a puppy mill. The owner of the puppy mill called the lady that runs Pals for Paws and asked her to come get him because he wouldn’t mate. He had been with the rescue for at least three months, so that means he was about nine months old when he was discarded for not mating.

Well, that was Mr. Clark’s lucky day.

He is rather skittish with people, but he is getting braver every day! He loves following his new big sister, Wrigley, around the house and gets so excited at dinner time he can hardly contain himself.

Finding Clark and reading more about puppy mills has inspired me to do something new in my photography business. Look for an announcement soon!

Welcome home, Clark!

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About a month ago, we lost our beloved bulldog, Elvis. He was approaching his 11th birthday and had been with me for nine years.

At two, he was a champion show dog (Ch. Acme’s Little Elvis) who’s owner/breeder/handler wanted to retire him and find him a good home because he had high anxiety in the ring. I went to a bulldog specialty show in southern Indiana to see if anyone knew of any puppies for sale and, as fate would have it, the first lady I asked said she didn’t have any puppies, but this beautiful two-year-old. He wasn’t with her, so she e-mailed me a photo the next week. As soon as I saw his squished little face, I knew he meant to be with me.

I know people always say that their dog is the best, but he really was. He never met a stranger and everyone who met him loved him.

These are some of the very last pictures I took of my sweet little boy.

We miss him so much. Rest in peace, little Elvis.

© Tricia Owens Photography. All rights reserved. Stealing makes me cry.

Our five year old cat, Roxie, sitting on the window ledge by our Christmas tree. I love the reflection of the tree’s lights in her eyes.

Happy Monday!

© Tricia Owens Photography. All rights reserved. Stealing makes me cry.