Dogs in My Life
Since Lennart passed away last year, we’ve been dog-less. And even though Len and I never really clicked, there were a few precious moments in his puppy years when we both felt some kind of affection for each other. Or, maybe it was just respect.
The second dog in my life was the beagle Ingo, my grandfather Eskil’s stinky hunting companion. Third was Todo, a troubled black Belgian Shepard that relocated to friends in Thousand Oaks, north of L.A. when I moved to Europe in 1978.
Torsten was Charlotte and my first dog, a cute and photogenic Miniature Schnauzer with very little personality. As our work-related travels intensified, Torsten had to be adopted by Charlotte’s parents. Our second dog was Palma, a beautiful Standard Schnauzer now 14 and living the rest of her remaining days with her adopted family near Göteborg.
At some point in the autumn days of my life, I hope to settle down somewhere and once again embrace the love and affection one receives from our furry, four-legged friends.
The dog above was included in the book I produced for HSB Turning Torso to commemorate the skyscraper’s 10-year anniversary.