The chances of finding any moment in time where Pepsi will sit still for a picture are slim at best. She somehow knows when the shutter will click and skirts the image, or blurss it into uselessness.
Last night I spent three hours (at least) trying to get one really good picture. Instead I got about ten merely good ones after one-hundred attempts.
Pepsi is a great little girl dog and everything one expects in a Basset Hound. She walks on her ears constantly; challenges everything and everyone to battle, and succeeds in getting almost everything she wants.
This Friday she will have her hernia operation and the clock will begin to wind down on her time with us.
Just one more way to get out of frame: Lower your head just a little. |
Aunty Cinnamon lets her play with her new collar and pretends to sleep through it. |
Eventually Pepsi crossed the line. Cinnamon rolled out for battle. |
Cinnamon soon left the field of battle and Pepsi started looking for her next victim. |
The battle wore down quickly and it was time for a nap. |
Grooming Mom She's gotten so big! |