SUMMARY: I took hundreds of photos over Labor Day, myself, mostly of people.
 | Boost discovers that we're set up right next to her breeder--her mommy, daddy, "uncles" Tango and Quirk, etc., and goes into submissive groveling every chance she gets. |
 | My classmates' team, "Jim's Bars Sluts," from a running gag (gag might be right) in Wednesday night class. Plus the barstender himself. |
 | The opposite side of Jim's Bars Sluts |
 | To be SURE that there was a photo of me, I jammed my other camera into a convenient friend's hands and said, "please take a picture of me!" This is how I looked to almost everyone all weekend except when I was at the score table. |
 | At the end of the weekend, almost everything was packed up, and people's dogs were starting to run around the field for some extra play time, when I had to go attend to something. I told the dogs to get into the car and wait there, not entirely believing that they'd still be actually in the car (by my definition of "in"--meaning not outside it sniffing around in the grass) when I returned. But there they were, the little angels! (This time.) |
Whoever took that photo of you with the camera is a FANTASTIC photographer and must be a simply lovely friend to craft such a flattering composition of your likeness and I'd just LOVE to meet such a person!
ReplyDeleteI'd have said exactly the same thing if I'd been feeling more verbose! ;-) Thanks again for being convenient and willing to indulge my photo fantasies, and it was cool to meet you and your family.
ReplyDeleteI haven't yet uploaded all of the photos I took over Labor Day, but there are assorted photos of you and yours scattered among them. *any day now*, I'm sure.
-ellen