The definition of family is no longer restricted to mum and dad plus children as it once used to be. To me the word family means a place where my dog is. Inspired by the unconditional love my dog Noodle gives me every single day since the day we met, I started this pawject called Family Pawtrait to tell stories of dogs and their family.
“To me the word family means a place where my dog is.”
This Family Pawtrait of Frank Nash and his humans is the very first part of the series. Frank is a 3 year old pug from Surry Hills, the hipster central of Sydney. Frank’s mum Marianne is a marketing executive and his dad Steve is a tech genius. I met them through Noodle in our local dog park about 1.5 years ago. I am very grateful that it was Frank and Noodle that brought me to Marianne and Steve, whom I see as my dear friends these days.
The following is a conversation I had with Marianne and Steve about their single fur child family during the photography session.
What does Frank mean to you?
He’s our child. Our only child.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love Frank?
10 (without hesitation)
How did you meet Frank?
We found Frank from a breeder in Hunter Valley. As much as we wanted a beautiful pug which is known for its cute wrinkly face, we also wanted to make sure our pug is bred ethically. It is very common that exaggerations of the flat face are bred into pugs by unethical breeders, resulting in even flatter face with breathing problems. A friend of ours is a scientist and knows a thing or two about ethical dog breeding. We asked her to come along for a thorough assessment. Frank’s breeder passed the test and Frank came home with us in a brown box.
Can you tell me something about Frank.
Frank has a phobia about the open tread stairs at home. He wouldn’t go up or down the stairs even if there is a big piece of bacon dangling in front of him on the other end. He must have fallen off the stairs when we were not home one day and got scared.
When he was little he used to rip off branches triple his size from the garden and dragged them up the stairs to hide it on our hooman bed. He thought he found something precious and wanted to save it for us!
As parents, what are the biggest concerns or fears you have for your dog?
I don’t like it when Frank is sick, or when he walks off the dog park getting too close to the road. His health and safety is very important. He is irreplaceable.
Is there anything you wish for Frank that money can’t buy?
I wish he has a voice so he can talk to us, telling us what is wrong when he is sick. It would also be nice that he lives forever.
If Frank can speak, what would he say to you?
FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME!!!
Oh bless Frank xoxo
“Frank has a phobia about the open tread stairs at home. He wouldn’t go up or down the stairs even if there is a big piece of bacon dangling in front of him on the other end.”