But Wegman has a studio, and cooperative Weimeraners.
All I have is a small kitchen. And a blue chair.
The first shots didn’t go so well. Nobody was impressed that King Woo got to be the one to sit on the chair, and that includes Woo … because he knows they will overthrow him sooner or later for this.
That was boring, and potentially threatening for Wootie. So I decided to try some individual shots.
Can’t you see Tweed’s self esteem draining away? It’s like there should be a thought bubble over his head that says “That’s it. It’s all over. I have no credibility left. I have seen the rest of my life, and it is bleak — nay, black. BLACK LIKE THE CAVERNOUS ABYSS WHERE ONCE RESIDED THE FOOD LADY’S SOUL!!”
(ha ha. yes he will)
I think a close-up of his psychological pain is required
“I remember when I used to run free on the seashore, and make Mad Teeth ™ at Wootie, and life was good…”
“…Now I am reduced to a prop. Can you help me blog reader? HELP ME. For the love of doG, help me.”
As for Mr. Woo – don’t even ask. It wasn’t pretty.
“I’d like that cookie! Me me mememememe!”
Tweed’s whole attitude changed! Suddenly he was auditioning for a major role in a blockbuster movie, and not thinking about taking mum’s entire bottle of sleeping pills and calling it a life.
This is what a tossed cookie sees on the way down:
This is what the centrifugal force of a tossed cookie does to your dog’s face:
And this what it looks like when your dog is not smart enough to catch a tossed cookie: