So a couple of months ago I met a lovely lady who of course oohed and aahhed over my baby. This, in itself is not unusual. Lots of people gawk at the child – you’ve seen pictures, that’s why. What made this different was this nice lady is a photographer, and offered to come take wonderful pictures of my wonderful child for a ridiculously cheap price. Being a Mom, one who is a PICTURE JUNKIE, of course I wanted to take advantage of this. So I scrimped and saved my little pennies, sold some stuff on Craigslist (yay, Craigslist!!) and scheduled a time for our little photo shoot.
Lovely lady came over today, at a bright and shiny 9 am(!), and we played baby games all morning. Of course, 9 am would normally be nap time, we scheduled this so we could get some shots of the Q sleeping. There was no sleeping. Because there was *a camera* and *people*, so instead, little Miss Q mugged, and grinned and made with the cute. She’s good at that. We got some absolutely adorable shots, talented photographer and adorable subject. But the fun doesn’t stop there.
We decided to take some pics with the dogs, so I got the pugs out and put them on the blanket with the baby. They amped around and acted like idiots for a few minutes, but settled down and posed quite nicely. Feeling pretty pleased with myself – cute kid, dogs being moderately sane; I decided to let Dyson out to say hello after I put the pugs back. Poor sad dogs had been in their room all morning since we were playing on the floor with sensitive camera equipment, and you know, a baby that could get trompled. Dyson, in particular, has a mental breakdown when he has to be away from me, so it seemed like he could come out and lay down in a corner somewhere. Right? Sure…..
So, goofball comes out, parades around with his toy like a fool, and I tell him to lay on his bed. Poor, unsuspecting, nice, lovely lady photographer kneels down and asks if she can say hi. Sure, knock yourself out. Dyson gets up and walks over to her, STARTS PISSING AS HE’S WALKING, and manages to completely soak this woman’s clothes. Dear heavens, floor, please swallow me up. My dog just pissed all over the photographer. Kill me now.
Luckily, she thought it was hysterical, got a great story out of it, and I happened to have a brand new pair of jeans that fit her so I washed her pants while we finished the photo shoot. I will be utterly amazed if that woman ever works anywhere near a dog again. Let’s all just say a little prayer of thanks, to whomever you pray to, that Dyson did not piss on her camera – cause I’m pretty sure you can’t throw those in the wash.
Posted on March 6th, 2009 by michelle
Filed under: My dogs, Random run ins
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