It seems Lady has run out of photographs of me. She's thinking of having a photo shoot one of these days to capture my joie d' vive, my essence, my free spirit, if you will.
The trouble with photograph is that I don't show up all the well. When you wear as much black as I do it's hard to see my darling expressions or the way my tail sits straight up. I tend to look like a black hole in the pics.
See the photo at the top of this post? That's not me. That's some fancy stock photo of a glamour dog that looks like me but has employed a talented and well equipped photographer. The little blue bone hanging off his collar is something I would never wear for two simple reasons:
1. I'm micro-chipped and I don't need no stink'in name tag!
2. I chew collars off. All collars -All the time - All my life
I"ve been chewing collars of me and Harry for 6 years. I'm not anti-collar, they just bug me. They bug me so much I can't even bear to see them on Harry, so I chew them off him too. I can do it pretty darn quickly too. It's a gift. I wear a fancy harness/vest when I walk. All that lunging takes it's toll on my windpipe so Lady found this high-tech vest that makes me feel fancy free when I'm out in public. Of course, I can't be off leash due to my poor judgement, but this space-age garment is pretty darn close.
I'll post the new shots as soon as Lady or Girl capture my good side.
Good Luck Ladies! Cheese!
ooooh cheeeeeeeeese.......
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