I was trying to play with Henry this morning, and he was shamelessly, relentlessly, embarrassingly posing for the camera. I’d go in for the jugular. He’d turn toward the camera. I’d pounce on him. He’d crane for the camera. I’d nip, jab, poke, and stab. He’d turn his doe eyes at the camera. Apparently, he’s been told he’s handsome, debonair, beautiful and regal. I don’t know. He’s being boring right now. Camera, shamera. Play! I’m trying to perfect my vampire neck biting moves, my bouncy pouncy moves, my 180-hip hop jab, my Ollie special. I want to be on Doggie Wrestlemania. I am feeling the mania. The crowd. The roars. The cheers. The jeers. The drool. I’m dreaming of being in the ring. The stare down. The take down. The push down. The pounce down. The bouncy down. Henry is not feeling this at all. None of it. He’s thinking about the camera. His perfect face. His perfect fur. His perfect teeth. I’m thinking he’s dreaming of being The Doggie Bachelor.
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Actually – I know that look well – what’s he’s saying to you, Anne- is “Really? You’re gonna let this guy continue to jump all over me, bite me, slobber on me – and NOT tell him to stop?! I thought you were my friend?” 🙂 Love the photos! Glad Henry is in such good hands while we’re out of town! Besides being an amazing photographer – you’re an incredible caregiver! Thanks again!
Anne, what a joy you and Ollie and Ella and this blog are. I’ve just spent the last couple hours reading this whole story from Day One up to this point, and I’ve relished every bit of it. Thanks!!