So cordial, aren’t they. Siting as pretty as you could expect a couple of domesticated wolves to sit. The thing is, I walked toward my camera. That’s it. Just in its general direction. And they were at my heels, WHERE’S THE TREAT WHERE’S THE TREAT WHERE’S THE TREAT. I can’t take a simple photo of the girls anymore without a dog shoving its nose in the frame.
It’s my own fault, and it’s not a bad problem to have, I totally understand that. I do hope all those people offering e-courses on blogging are hip to this problem because YOUR DOG WILL BECOME PARIS HILTON.