“And I’m deathly allergic to water!”
… unless it’s in the wading pool. And you had your face in it and then someone cycled by so you had to yodel at them and make water droplets fly everywhere.
Or The Food Lady dumped the water out of the duck pool to refill it with clean water, and the water made mud, and you felt it necessary to put on Mud Boots.
Or The Food Lady put goldfish in the duck pond for the ducks and chickens, and you hopped in there and caught all the goldfish yourself, because you’re just that much of a jerk.
Believe nothing Addy says! It’s all lies, damnable lies!
(I’m also not boring, never you mind what she says to the contrary!)
Don’t believe Fae either. I am NOT mean, just because I made her pose on the swing. And made her look like she has no neck (now you now why I don’t photograph people!).
It’s SO HOT this weekend, finally! It’s so hot that we go out to play in like 20 minute increments, and then come back inside where it’s nice and cool. Otherwise, some dogs are prone to stealing the fetch toy and hiding in the grass with it instead of bringing it back to be thrown again.
Even games of tug-o-war were on the lackluster side today.
(And is it considered anti-social if you play tug with a blackberry plant rather than another dog? Wootie is asking for a friend.)
I haven’t taken too many photos this week, because my arms and shoulders hurt. Last weekend I photographed the ASC of BC trial for two days, and then spent basically all my free time before and after my jobs editing them. It’s a lot of work! For some reason I got the idea in my head to work out what I make hourly, on average, from event photo sales when I factor in shooting time and editing time, and let’s just say I don’t recommend that particular activity, as it’s very depressing. Don’t get me wrong; I do a healthy amount of photo sales from events like this, and I enjoy doing it, but it just doesn’t really offer the kind of fiscal reward that people seem to assume it does. I recently joined a photo group on facebook and there are these CRAZY talented photographers on there (not dog photographers) and when discussions of pricing come up, I find myself kinda wishing I had gotten into wedding photography or baby photography instead. Also, they are CRAZY talented, did I mention that? Harumph. It makes me feel old and sore and broke.
BUT, despite my aching neck and arms, and copious consumption of liver-killing Advil, I had to break out my friend the camera on Friday because HAM.
Got Ham? Auntie Fiona’s Got Ham. Got ham. Gotham. Meet Fiona’s new puppy, Gotham!
Holy f*ckballs, is he ever cute!! Ever see something so adorable that you kinda wanna pick it up and squeeze it until it explodes? That’s what Gotham does to me, so Fiona says I’m not allowed to touch him until I get myself under control. (Also, apparently talking to Fiona’s puppy and accidentally calling Fiona “Auntie” instead of “Mommy” means you’re about to steal him and she no longer trusts you. Some people’s paranoia.)
Gotham is a purpose bred sport mix, designed to be fast, drivey, athletic and win all the Regionals that Fiona’s other dog Rogue has, up until now, won.
That’s because Fiona is mean and selfish, and it’s not fair that she wins all the Regionals. I mean, we go to Regionals and we almost never win. Spring is going this year.
“Oh hai, I’m Spring, and Ima poop in your Steeplechase. Hee hee”
Considering we don’t have class to go to anymore, since the Sadist stopped teaching, I’m not exactly shooting for the moon with her this year as the only agility we do these days is chasing-squirrels agility, and it apparently does not require my input. At all.
Incidentally, Spring is a dead ringer for Gotham’s mom, which is weird to see in photos. And Gotham is really frickin’ adorable. Have I mentioned that?
I am glad we found her a puppy. She deserves a nice well adjusted dog, now that the Devil has called Tempus home to reign as his side.
BUT I AM JEALOUS AS F*CK. She has Gotham and I have STUPID PEETIE.
“I heard that.”
Oh noes! You heard that! What are going to do, IRRITATE ME TO DEATH??
It’s not fair. I want a puppy.
You know, I mean, besides the four puppies I currently have. Because these puppies, while very very cute, and very very fat, are already obstinate little brats. I TOLD them not to be born on the ASCBC trial weekend, and they did it anyway! And then I tried to photograph them for you all today, because I keep promising to do that, and they wouldn’t all look at the camera at the same time. Yeah yeah, their eyes aren’t open yet or anything, but that’s no excuse! They wouldn’t even all face the camera at the same time! They’re really, really disagreeable little shits.
Of course, they’re really f*cking cute little shits.
This was the best photo I managed to get and it took like 8 million tries and a full hour of turning puppies around only to have them crawl around in a circle and face the wall again by the time I got to my camera. And to make matters more frustrating, I got the idea in my head to shoot with my 50mm, because my 70-200mm is so long that by the time I get far enough away from them to get the shot, they’d all wandered off (which is all kinds of amazing for gibbled peanut shaped rodents THAT CAN’T EVEN WALK).
I HATE my 50mm. I know some photographers love theirs and they do amazing things with it, but I just cannot make friends with it. And it’s like childbirth – once it’s over, you forget how bad it was. So about once a year I bust out the 50mm with optimism and rainbows, and end the session with rage and tears.
Also, I was shooting on the floor, because I was afraid to put them on a little stage in case they fell off. My knees and elbows are still angry at me.
I think I need an assistant the next time I try photographing them, to corral them while I shoot. I tried to get individual photos of them, but they were too damn squirmy and only this little guy obliged me by slumbering on while I lifted him in the air. Therefore, he is my now officially my favourite.
Mini Mama is a very good mama, if a tad overprotective. Yesterday Corey and Ghillie came to visit and Corey held a baby, and Mini politely took it back from her and said “No, not you. Only The Food Lady.” And today when I brought the babies in studio, she said I was allowed to photograph them and mess with them all I want, but she was going to Sit Right Here In the Cat Litterbox and keep a close eye on my while I did. Which I did not photograph, because the cat boxes need cleaning and I don’t want anyone judging me. My self esteem is already fragile enough thanks to the 50mm, TYVM.
Mini Mama is very devoted to her puplets. She comes outside about once a day to burn around the acreage at top speed for about 9 minutes, then she wants to go back inside to sit with them again.
Also, all of my dogs are terrified of her because if they poke their noses in the dog room she shoots out of the xpen like a shark and bites them. And this morning she came into my bedroom and woke me up to let me know she had peed and pooped on the bathroom floor because I was a lazy slugabed who had the nerve to sleep in past 8AM.
I thought it might be kind of fun to having a naming contest for the puppies, and raise some money for the rescue in doing so (I am fostering Mini Mama and her boob parasites for another rescue organization). Would you guys be into that? I thought maybe people could pick a name and donate like $5.00 via paypal to put the name in the contest. Then after a period of time, we could put all the entries to a vote and the 4 most popular names would win. Would you guys be interested in doing that? You can’t play if you name one Boaty McBoatface though.
There are two males and two females. My favourite non-squirmy sable is a male, as is one of the black and tan ones. The other black and tan one, and the one marked like mama are both females.
Part of me is really looking forward to them becoming something other than giant, colourful maggots and start interacting and being mobile and stuff. And part of me is afraid of how much work 4 puppies are going to be.
Here’s a photo of Terrence and two of his wives. People in the neighbourhood know Terrence BY NAME now and they greet him as they pass my yard, BY NAME. Seriously, my turkey is more popular than me. That’s actually why I offered to foster the litter of puppies; so I can one-up my turkey ;-)
I have some of his sons and daughters for sale, incidentally. If you’re in the market for a turkey or two.