THE FIRST RECORD
Life Before Canada
There was a time when Nico was just a dog in two photographs.
Little was known about him then. The meaning of his little noises was still a mystery. Breakfast had not yet become a legally protected 7:00 a.m. institution, followed by the expectation of being covered with a blanket. The leaning, the head burying, the side-eye, the careful surgery performed on the seams of stuffed toys, and just how much information could be communicated with those ears were all still to be discovered.
At the time, he was still in Mexico and still called Ringo. He had never seen the inside of his forever home, ridden in the car that would take him on countless adventures, claimed one of the chairs as his own, or walked the beaches that would later become part of his territory.
In the years that followed, those two photographs would become the beginning of a sprawling photographic record numbering in the thousands.
These were the first two.
He wasn’t home yet. But he was already on his way.