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.)
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LMAO, Shannon. At least yours are in focus — I can’t get my Seamus to stay still long enough, so all my pics of him are fuzzy. Can’t wait to see your final approved “pretty pretty princess” pic of Mini.
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Oh, and Happy Birthday, mini! (how could I have forgotten the most important part of that post?)
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My chow/lab, Harley, is under the impression the camera steals her soul. I almost never get GOOD pics of her. *sigh* So, I totally feel ya.