I took this photo years and years ago, and details of memory are fuzzy. I can’t even remember that guy’s name, only that one night he got drunk and shot his dog’s leg off with a crossbow. The girl in the window wisely dumped him after that, and then it wasn’t his dog anymore. I’m blanking out on the dog’s name, too.
The funny part is, it wasn’t until I started making a painting out of this shot that I looked close enough to realize the dog is there in the window, looking over her shoulder.