This little series started as a way to remember the pets we’ve lost and appreciate the ones still causing chaos at home. Each portrait exaggerates a piece of who they were or are. Ria becomes a flamenco dancer because she was a Spanish stray with a dramatic streak. Clouseau turns into a detective because he spent his whole life snooping in places he had no business being in. And Harry, my current dog, shows up as an MP at a party because he’s unapologetically himself, slightly cheeky and always acting like the room is his.

They’re fun edits, but for me they’re also a way to keep their personalities alive.