A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ... A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .
-Mary Oliver

Each week I take a photo of Baker and post it in a group on flicker. The group is full of like-minded dog lovers who like to take photographs of their pups. I almost always wait until the last minute to take the photo (it has to be posted by the end of Sunday each week), but Baker is always willing to pose, especially if there are treats involved. Baker is a fun subject to photography. He has tons of personality, and I try to bring that out when I photograph him, but I often get hung up on his eyes, his sweet face, and his heart shaped nose. This is week 1-9.

Here are some facts about Baker::
he is a 15 inch tri-colored beagle
he is four years old
he is our second beagle, our first one we acquired via one of our sons, when he took a job out of the country
he is named after Mount Baker, which is a beautiful mountain in our neck of the woods
he is scent driven, making it hard to let him run free
he sleeps with us, yes, sometimes under the covers
he is very stubborn, but also gut-guided so we always have a treat on hand
he can be a bit emotional, pout if the house is full of people or other dogs
he can be fast asleep in the other part of the house and hear the cheese being unwrapped in the kitchen