I am not a dog person. There, I’ve said it. Owning a dog, walking a dog, having what I can only describe as an affectionate long-term committed relationship with a dog – none of these in itself is enough to make me a dog person. Sorry, but that’s how it is. My dog understands. She is a person dog.
Nevertheless, when my illustrator friend Claudia Schmid invited me to contribute words to her dog pictures, I was gratified and inspired – especially having been grappling with lyrics about fossil fuels, vegetables and community activism. Perhaps relieved more than inspired.
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