This 5 or 6 years old girl was waiting for her grandmother to go for a bike ride. The grandmother told me that it was some Terrier mix with a Maltese but I wasn’t paying attention, I was too busy making the photographs.

This white Bulldog is asking herself: “Why is this guy on the ground with that ‘monster eye’ (that’s the camera) looking at her?”

Most English Bulldogs are very nice dogs. She wonders if I’m going to give her the attention she deserves? Yes, I did, because just after this photo, I gave her owner a treat that she immediately gobbled.

Dogs are among the most expressive species. They express themselves through the ears, the eyes, the mouth, the tail, the hair between the shoulders, the pose…

Adding all these things together and we get the ‘whole dog’: happy, excited, fearful,…

Everybody was getting out of her way. Nobody was coming close to this lady and her two Huskies.

It was interesting to see all the people going out of their way to avoid the dogs. Not once did thee Huskies bark. Not once did they growl. These Huskies were perfectly behaved.

This Irish Setter is not growling, he’s not threatening, that’s his smile.

His owner just says ‘Smile’ and he show his teeth. There is no growl, it’s a smile but only once per person. After that he’s done and he never ‘smiles’ again to that person.

Dogs are omnivores, meaning they eat everything and sometimes it’s literally true. Being an omnivore forces the animal (including us people) to be curious.

This dog kept on running and running…

I saw the owner throwing the ball and when I came back an hour forty-five minutes later, she was still throwing the ball. That’s when I started taking the photos.

This is how dogs run. This pit bull is actually flying through the air while she’s chasing the ball.

Belle, a Maltese, weights about 7 pounds. She’s tiny and fits in the front basket of this guy’s bicycle.

Belle thinks that she can rule the roost. Actually she does. She is the center of her world. She barks and people are supposed to obey…

This dog makes me think of the old drunken sailor song. ‘Roll me over in the clover…’

Her name is ‘Peace’. She’s a 3 or 4 years old and she deserves her name. Her owners first gave her that name because she’s nice and pleasant, then they found the name tag to match.

The stare: she looked at me for a good 20 seconds, straight, but at no point in time, there was any sign of aggression.

She’s trying to …