Finally caught up on all my client orders, I took a moment to sort through some photos from our trip. Here are some of my favorites.
Aiden will usually still tolerate me and pose for when I want to photograph him. Unless, of course, he’s doing this….
or this…
or this…..
I keep telling him his eyes are going to get permanently stuck like this. But that just seems to egg him on even more.
Connor is such a collector!
He spends half his time on all fours, scouring the ground for “treasure”. And in the end, my washing machine is usually the recipient of most of it. Out of his pockets I find sticks, stones, marbles, broken zipper pulls, shells, pen caps, business cards, cicada carcasses, wads of tape, pine cones, telephone wire, paperclips, broken glass, snake skins, screws, feathers, bottle caps and various other shiny objects. I fear he will drive a truck resembling Fred Sanford’s when he grows up.
Wherever we are, whatever we do, we can always find a dog to make us feel “at home”.
Peace out.
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