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Tubby the Transient Fakes Being Angry with his Dogs

Still more to come on this story. On this picture Tubby the Transient is scolding 3 of his 5 dogs, Girl in front, Daddy, the light brown one toward back left, Mama the black partially hidden one, and then back in the cart, Smokey and Tubby (the dog). A shame I cut him off a bit, but I was nervous about the traffic whizzing by, and the property we were approaching. The owner of it was riding a huge riding mower and coming toward us, and I wasn’t sure if he were upset or not with us being there. I only thought I would get about 3 to 5 minutes after speaking to Tubby, but he told a little anecdote which I am saving for last while I get the pictures uploaded, grouped, tagged, etc. So hang in there. There is more coming. In this picture, Tubby appears to be really gruff and shaking his finger in a scolding way, but it is clear to me his dogs adore him, and he them. The two youngest ones actually stay in the tub together (a very snug fit) and ride in the cart when they are not let go for exercise. Look how much they are paying attention to him, bolt upright, like two chess pieces, or two dog-faced gargoyles..

OK more details added 01-18-06:
Tubby the Transient, turned out to be fairly friendly as were all 5 of his dogs. I asked how he like wandering around. He said fine. I said what do you do if you get sick or something? He related to me the following story. I regret that I did not get the name of which police or sheriff’s department he was referring to, but I am thinking Multnomah County, Oregon.
At any rate, he told me he nearly died of pneumonia. A deputy sheriff or police officer saw him lying very still, and seeming ill. He wanted to take Tubby to the hospital. Tubby said he could not leave his dogs. They would be lost without him. I couldn’t help but think he would be lost without them as well. Several times, he was cajoled into leaving to go to the hospital. Several times he turned the offer down. Finally when he was so sick he could not get up to tend after anything, an officer asked if there was a place where his five dogs would stay put. Tubby indicated a large tree where all five dogs could be tied, and be OK. The officer tethered the dogs to the tree, (or else had animal control come and do it…Tubby was a little unclear on this) and took Tubby to be checked out. He did have pneumonia, and he did nearly die. The officer went and fed the dogs and checked on them, and on Tubby’s cart with his worldly goods in it. I know oftentimes we hear of the abuse and cruelty of authority figures like police and sheriffs. In this case, I think they showed great compassion for Tubby. I never saw him before or after this one day when I took pictures, but I imagine he is a bit of a fixture in some of the counties he wanders in. When he was well enough to go home (in his case go to large cart and five dogs), some people may have just left him to walk back to where he came from. Instead the police or deputy picked him up at the hospital and delivered him right to the vacant field or lot where the five dogs were tied to a tree and waiting. The result was that a serious case of pneumonia that could have ended in his dogs being impounded, and perhaps death for Tubby, was just a day or two interruption in his life, and not very invasive to getting back on the move again. I was so impressed by the compassion shown by law enforcement. I think it made a big impression on Tubby, too, as it was the only story he really seemed to want to tell me.

It was quite a day for me to approach Tubby and ask if his dogs were friendly, and then take pictures just feet from a main road from I-205 to Hubbard? or Sherwood? I think. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous. It was a nice day, and lots of people whizzing by in their cars had their windows down. Some hooted at me or Tubby… not sure which. A neighbor was riding his huge riding lawn mower closer and closer to us. It was hardly an ideal place and time for a photo shoot. I did the best I could, with the circumstances, and instead of being turned off by the whole transient idea, I felt my life was better for having chatted with Tubby, petted his dogs, and taken pictures.

This addresses "My Life As" and MyStory as it shows that I try to get over my initial nervousness about shooting pictures of real people that are strangers to me. I guess my photography is my life, well not all of it, but quite a bit, and have found that when I am open and honest and friendly, I get a lot of that back. I was fully prepared that Tubby might have been snarly and turned me down. Risking and then accepting the results of that risk are part and parcel of my life and my story.

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Tubby the Transient, Smokey, and Tubby the Dog

Tubby has a cigarette back by Smokey and Tubby; and then he will head off to new places. These two of his five dogs remained very tightly snuggled into the tub, like two gargoyles or something. Before he left he told me a little anecdote that I thought was pretty nice. I’ll get to eventually, after all these pictures get loaded, grouped and tagged, and have descriptions typed. Hang in there; it is coming.
BTW, Don’t I live in a beautiful state? Oregon, a great deal of which is above the 45th parallel, and thus I think qualifies for "The Northlands" group.

OK more details added 01-18-06:
Tubby the Transient, turned out to be fairly friendly as were all 5 of his dogs. I asked how he like wandering around. He said fine. I said what do you do if you get sick or something? He related to me the following story. I regret that I did not get the name of which police or sheriff’s department he was referring to, but I am thinking Multnomah County, Oregon.
At any rate, he told me he nearly died of pneumonia. A deputy sheriff or police officer saw him lying very still, and seeming ill. He wanted to take Tubby to the hospital. Tubby said he could not leave his dogs. They would be lost without him. I couldn’t help but think he would be lost without them as well. Several times, he was cajoled into leaving to go to the hospital. Several times he turned the offer down. Finally when he was so sick he could not get up to tend after anything, an officer asked if there was a place where his five dogs would stay put. Tubby indicated a large tree where all five dogs could be tied, and be OK. The officer tethered the dogs to the tree, (or else had animal control come and do it…Tubby was a little unclear on this) and took Tubby to be checked out. He did have pneumonia, and he did nearly die. The officer went and fed the dogs and checked on them, and on Tubby’s cart with his worldly goods in it. I know oftentimes we hear of the abuse and cruelty of authority figures like police and sheriffs. In this case, I think they showed great compassion for Tubby. I never saw him before or after this one day when I took pictures, but I imagine he is a bit of a fixture in some of the counties he wanders in. When he was well enough to go home (in his case go to large cart and five dogs), some people may have just left him to walk back to where he came from. Instead the police or deputy picked him up at the hospital and delivered him right to the vacant field or lot where the five dogs were tied to a tree and waiting. The result was that a serious case of pneumonia that could have ended in his dogs being impounded, and perhaps death for Tubby, was just a day or two interruption in his life, and not very invasive to getting back on the move again. I was so impressed by the compassion shown by law enforcement. I think it made a big impression on Tubby, too, as it was the only story he really seemed to want to tell me.

It was quite a day for me to approach Tubby and ask if his dogs were friendly, and then take pictures just feet from a main road from I-205 to Hubbard? or Sherwood? I think. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous. It was a nice day, and lots of people whizzing by in their cars had their windows down. Some hooted at me or Tubby… not sure which. A neighbor was riding his huge riding lawn mower closer and closer to us. It was hardly an ideal place and time for a photo shoot. I did the best I could, with the circumstances, and instead of being turned off by the whole transient idea, I felt my life was better for having chatted with Tubby, petted his dogs, and taken pictures.

This addresses "My Life As" and MyStory as it shows that I try to get over my initial nervousness about shooting pictures of real people that are strangers to me. I guess my photography is my life, well not all of it, but quite a bit, and have found that when I am open and honest and friendly, I get a lot of that back. I was fully prepared that Tubby might have been snarly and turned me down. Risking and then accepting the results of that risk are part and parcel of my life and my story.