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Mother and Daughter with Pot-bellied Pig and Chow-Chow, Salem, New Hampshire, 1992
Bud with Samantha, Tanya, Rufus, Ruthie, and Tammy, Wolfeboro, New Hamshire, 1992
Girls with Dog and Bird, Mexico City, 1985
Family Holding Cats at Dusk, Cool Ridge, West Virginia, 1982
Larry and C.J. with Miles and Nikita, Brookline, Massachusetts, 1992
Doberman with Kittens and Bunnies, Malden, Massachusetts, 1993
Mother and Daughter with Vizslas at the Dining Table, Sterling, Connecticut, 1992
Man with Python and Baby, Gilford, New Hampshire, 1992
Woman with Westies, New London, New Hampshire, 1992
Laura in the Stable with Horses and Dogs, Rowley, Massachusetts, 1992
Vicki and Leer, Boston, Massachusetts, 1992
George and Tom with Samantha, Key West, Florida, 1987
Family with Great Danes and Poodles, Blackstone, Massachusetts, 1991
Family with Spaniel Puppies, Milan, New Hampshire, 1980
Girls with Mastiffs, Meredith, New Hampshire, 1982
Michael and Dawn with their Iguana Cecil, Bedford, Massachusetts, 1993
Whippet Jumping Over Whippet Puzzle, Plympton, Massachusetts, 1992
Girls with Duck, Dog, and Horses, Tufton, New Hampshire, 1992
Woman Kissing Rottweiler, Brockton, Massachusetts, 1992
Woman with Cat, Fitchburg, Massachusetts, 1982
Monkey being Fed in High Chair, Raymond, New Hampshire, 1993
Young Men with Rabbit, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1983
Woman Lounging with Poodles, Somerville, Massachusetts, 1981
Boy in Barn with Cat and Pony, Rowley, Massachusetts, 1992
Boys with Dog and New Toy, Somerville, Massachusetts, 1979
Girl in Snow with Pit Bulls, Malden, Massachusetts, 1993
Beagle Tied in Vacant Lot, South Boston, Massachusetts, 1983
Girl with Rabbit and German Shepard, Laconia, New Hampshire, 1992
Trip and Alan with their Jack Russell, Key West, Florida, 1988
Vincenza, Paris, and Peter, Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1992

Press Release

My sister and I were ostensibly raised by poodles on the banks of the Potomac river in Virginia. Tulu was a white standard poodle and Folly, my mother’s first pet as a young adult, was a black miniature. For years, Folly would accompany my mother to the Stork Club in New York, where she was allowed to sit on her plush red cushion at the bar. 

A few years after the poodles had taken charge, two Norwich terriers arrived, to the great disdain of the poodles. Snuff and Biscuit were feisty little things, large dogs in small packages. Though I cared deeply for the poodles (who were, after all, in loco parentis), the terriers became my passion. I admired their independence. If my mother called him, Snuff would glance our way and then take off rapidly in the opposite direction. His audacity in disregarding my parents’ commands was exemplary. Dogs were the centre of our family, the focus that made our lives together pleasurable. 

Then came Felix, a baby blue jay, whose nest had been destroyed by crows. We scooped him up and brought him to our sleeping porch, feeding him with a dropper. Eventually, he started to fly around the porch, and we removed one of the screens. He would fly out into the world to explore, then return to be fed. As the summer progressed, he became increasingly independent but would appear out of nowhere and perch on our shoulders, nuzzling our ears. When we were in the pool, he would fly into our hands and take a bath. He was curious, affectionate and smart. We received reports from neighbors far and wide about a friendly, trusting blue jay. When the day finally arrived a year later that he no longer came, we comforted ourselves by imagining that he had found a mate rather than met his demise. 

My grandparents had a long history with animals as well. As a youth, my grandfather had been dropped off, solo, in the North Woods of Quebec by his father and had spent long nights alone listening to the cries of wolves. He became a naturalist and later embarked on an expedition to the isle of Komodo in Indonesia to bring back specimens of the Komodo dragon for the Museum of Natural History. My grandmother had gone along in the role of expedition photographer and was almost eaten by one of the giant lizards when an attempt at trapping it went awry. They returned to New York, bringing with them, in addition to the fierce lizards, an adorable Javanese honey bear cub, who joined the family menagerie as John Bear. In his later years, my grandfather settled for black standard poodles. His favorite, Poody, learnt to pit olives before swallowing them. 

I currently live with three rescue dogs. Because animals have always been important in my life, I often included companion animals when I started photographing people in the late 1970s. I found that there is more spontaneity, less self-consciousness and more chaos when humans and other animals coexist. Love is unconditional, grief is uncomplicated, though deeply felt, and life is richer, more vivid and always more comical. I started to seek out people who lived with many animals, especially homes with multiple species. These photographs from the 1980s and 1990s are the result. 

- Sage Sohier from “Animals”, published by Stanley/Barker on November 4