In my world, most of my dogs haven’t liked being photographed. Bonnie always finds the darkest place in any room. Black dog, lots of shadows. It doesn’t make much of a picture.
I have thousands of pictures of Bonnie, but unless Garry is holding her, she’s asleep. Because that’s the only time I can get a shot of her.
Gibbs is another story. He begs to be photographed. He’s so godawful cute. Moreover, there’s something so sad about his face. He always looks as if the next thing that happens is going to be terrible. He has had a difficult life, but nothing terrible has happened to him for an entire year. I’m counting on him to cheer up.
Actually, that’s not true. He has two modes. FOOD!!! And sadness.