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.)
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.
Oh, and Happy Birthday, mini! (how could I have forgotten the most important part of that post?)
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.