In February, Mini turns four and I’ve been trying to capture a nice photo of her to commemorate the occasion. It’s not going so well.
Thanks to snow and ice falling off the roof, which she sees as a sign the sky is falling (it is pretty loud), she spends a lot of time under the coffee table.
If I do convince her to ignore the impending Armageddon and sit with me, she refuses to look at the camera.
And let’s just say Taz isn’t all that helpful.
Though I do love Mini’s expression in that last picture all to bits, I’m determined to get a “birthday portrait” before her birthday—one worthy of Mommy’s Pretty, Pretty Princess. (Yes, I am that frou-frou dog owner.) (No pink sparkly outfits, though, and I don’t carry her around Walmart in a little tote, so I’m not too far gone.) (Yet.)