When I adopted Abby at age three she was black from head to toe with a tiny white patch on her chest. I quickly learned the challenges of photographing an all black dog and how easy it was to come home with pictures that looked like black blobs with bright spots for the eyes. Seven years later I like to think I’m a much better photographer with a solid understanding of light but even if I wasn’t Abby now has enough grey/white on her face that this would no longer be an issue. She hates having her picture taken and routinely walks away the moment the camera comes out. I think she’s karmic retribution for all of the times I did the same thing to my mom when I was a kid. She may have entered her golden years and be moving a little slower but she’ll still beat most dogs at the park if there’s a tennis ball to motivate her.