The weekend has arrived. The weekend is here and that means one thing. Visitors! They have the social calendar that would make a millionaire heiress jealous. Its one party after another, complete with paparazzi.
Tomorrow, I am going to go take some photos for Jess of some GSDs. I have a small and fledgling side gig taking photos. I have managed a couple weddings without getting slugged by the bride and a couple graduations without an irate mother telling me I made her child look like Jabba the Hutt. But I prefer photographing dogs. (I had originally written that I preferred shooting dogs, but changed it before I was flooded with email about my verbiage.)
As for the pups? They are doing great. We printed a crib sheet with all the photos of the pups on it so we can figure out who is who. Kind of like the Irish family down the block where I grew up. Thirteen kids, and a couple sets of Irish twins. Try telling me mom didn’t print a crib sheet.
We moved the X pen upstairs to get the pups into the higher traffic area of the house. If a non dog person came to this house right now, they would think Dawn and I have flipped our collective lids. X pens in the dining room, crates in the family room, dog food bowls all over the kitchen, and toys EVERYWHERE. We also have baby gates between most every room in the house. It’s like a segregation unit at a prison. Have you ever stepped on a bone at 2:00am in your bare feet when you’re downstairs having a late night snack? The heck with the South Beach Diet. Try the bone on the floor diet.
C YA
Tomorrow, I am going to go take some photos for Jess of some GSDs. I have a small and fledgling side gig taking photos. I have managed a couple weddings without getting slugged by the bride and a couple graduations without an irate mother telling me I made her child look like Jabba the Hutt. But I prefer photographing dogs. (I had originally written that I preferred shooting dogs, but changed it before I was flooded with email about my verbiage.)
As for the pups? They are doing great. We printed a crib sheet with all the photos of the pups on it so we can figure out who is who. Kind of like the Irish family down the block where I grew up. Thirteen kids, and a couple sets of Irish twins. Try telling me mom didn’t print a crib sheet.
We moved the X pen upstairs to get the pups into the higher traffic area of the house. If a non dog person came to this house right now, they would think Dawn and I have flipped our collective lids. X pens in the dining room, crates in the family room, dog food bowls all over the kitchen, and toys EVERYWHERE. We also have baby gates between most every room in the house. It’s like a segregation unit at a prison. Have you ever stepped on a bone at 2:00am in your bare feet when you’re downstairs having a late night snack? The heck with the South Beach Diet. Try the bone on the floor diet.
C YA
2 comments:
Baby gates, bowels, and crates, oh my!!...don't get us started on toys! Isn't this the norm? Wholeheartedly enjoying your blog, look forward to it every day!
Thank You!
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