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LUCY
Some things strike you like a bolt of lightning. It happened to me one summer day about 10 years ago on the corner of Prince Street and Broadway. For it was there where I first saw an all red coated English bulldog. I never really thought about bulldogs before nor thought they were remotely attractive. In fact, I really wasn't thinking about dogs at all. But there was something special about that red dog that I never forgot.
Several years later I found myself in the responsible position to have a dog of my own. I had moved up a distance from the hustle of downtown NYC with my longtime partner Michelle. We bought a place on an upper floor of a grand turn-of-the-century building next to Riverside Park and moved my business onto the building's ground floor level. Suddenly I could always be around to care for a dog and (quite frankly) would welcome a companion while I worked in my studio. I look long and hard to find another all red bulldog and one day there was "Sheba" on the breeder's web page that I had visited daily for so many months.
"Sheba" immediately became "Lucy" and Lucy soon became a big part of our lives. Sure she grunts, snores and farts as bulldogs do but she stands regal and is forever loyal. But most importantly, she makes people laugh and smile. She lives-up to her name.
— Edward Mapplethorpe
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