I was at the zoo today with my buddy and we were looking at these fish and all of them were swimming normally, like horizontally, and then there was this one fish who was just totally verticle for no reason. He wasn't moving up or down or to the side, he was just sitting there up straight. And he amused me so much that I named him Timothy and deemed him my best friend. The end.
He was named after the city we lived in when I was little. I started asking for a dog when I was two years old, basically as soon as I could string the words to form the sentence together. My mom told me I could have one when I was ten, so I shut up until I was ten and she was forced to get one for me.
Cairo was kind of an enormous, anti-social asshole. He bit people he didn't know, and growled at everyone and rolled in every dead thing he could possibly find. And when my Mom and I used to walk him over to a Starbucks and go inside to get a drink and left him tied up outside, we used to find crowds outside the Starbucks doors because he tried to bite everyone who would try to get inside.
He also liked to steal from me. He would find coins; dimes, nickles, pennies, sometimes even loonies and toonies, and steal them and drop them in his food bowl. Like he was saving up for a new house or something.
But he could also be the sweetest thing in the world when he wanted to be. He would play catch for hours and hours, and he knew how to catch the tennis ball right out of the air as soon as you threw it, which always impressed everyone who we showed it to. When he was in a chilled out mood, he was obsessed with getting cuddled and loved and would wag his tail until his whole body vibrated.
He always sort of reminded me of me. A stubby little jerk with a good heart.
I'll never forget how he hopped through the snow in winter like a rabbit because he was too small to walk, or how incredibly, contagiously excited he could get over playing fetch with a stick.
I won't forget training him, or the countless hours I spent walking him, or the stories and characters he's inspired.
He was my first dog and I will always love him and be proud to have called him my friend. He was without a doubt, the quirkiest little canine ever to have lived. And I honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.
After I had finished shooting these two, I was walking away and someone ran up to me and told me that not only was it awesome to take their picture, but that these two had met the day before. Which I found funny because the reason I took their picture in the first place was because they we're acting like a couple that had known each other for years. My only regret for you guys is that everyone that morning was equally amazing, and that I was not able to capture them all the way I wanted...