Last winter was my first one here in Washington, and I can tell you that it wasn't nearly as soggy as I had feared. I did miss the snow, but there is something to be said for walking the dogs without having to wear 14 layers and looking like the Michelin Man.
I'm a little afraid of the upcoming winter, though. I think Mother Nature is being awfully nice lately in anticipation for what's in store. With a fall this lovely, surely we're in for a couple months of perma-wet-dog-smell.
When I'm outside taking pictures, I get completely lost in my own little world. I am immune to cold, wind, and hunger pains. Once I snap out of it I might realize the temperature has dropped 10 degrees, and I'm still in a t-shirt, or that I haven't eaten since breakfast. I even tend to be able to block out Char's laser-beam stare for a while.
Until she gives me this one. I'm glad she can't speak Human, because I don't even want to know what she would be saying to me here.
I'm pretty sure somewhere in that look is "THROW THE FREAKING BALL, LADY!"
You might notice that there are far less pictures of Wilbur. He is just an elusive, camera-shy dude. He came to work with me today so I could give him a bath in some special shampoo to help with his itching. I hope it helps. The poor guy has a seriously receding hairline, and the 8 months of medicine, blood tests and diet change have yet to enlighten us on what's going on. Paws crossed for him, please! He really is the neatest dog. He's my "go anywhere" dog. I can take him with me everywhere I go and he loves it. He's a sweet little man.
Char's not so much my "go-anywhere" dog as she is my "go in the pond" dog.
Char's my little Swamp Thing.
My wild little Swamp Thing!
The Wildthing died. Wilbur murdered it. He tore out its little bum-oley-holey and left it to die at the pond. I almost left it behind, but then I had guilt, so I turned around and brought it home with us. I'm sure there will be another Wildthing in the near future.
5 comments:
Por Wildthing. Poor Wil! Does he miss it?!
And again, completely in awe of your pictures. :)
The trick to winter is embracing the Michelin Man look.
RIP Wildthing. With the way Colyn is going, we might be able to hold a double funeral for Wildthing and Spinner.
Catherine, Wil does not seem to notice that the WIldthing is dead. Wildthing resides in a certain desk drawer, and every time Wilbur sees me get near that drawer, he becomes especially animated and hopeful. Then he realizes that his Wildthing cannot squeak any more, and his little tail droops. I'm going to buy a replacement this week... keep your toes crossed that he accepts it as a replacement!
Sport did the exact same thing to his. He still loves it, even though it doesn't squeak.
Is that a good cuz?? I didn't think they could die! I have a dino cuz and two different sized bad cuzs (lol... is that the right way to pluralize it?) and every dog loves them!
ps. I'm brand new.... so only as professional as you want to think I am. Got my business license last month! Weeee!
Aren't you a pro? If not... you should be! Your work is gorgeous and way better than a lot of pet photographers' stuff that I've seen!
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