If our fingers were less delicious, he’d stop biting them
June 21, 2009
Every weekend is now pretty much the same as every other: we get our fingers bitten by dogs (this time Rufus got my finger), and then we kiss to make it feel better. There’s comfort in normalcy.
Posted by Tudor at 03:11 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBackComments
Hey! In comparing the two photos side by side, you can tell that we both lost some weight! And my butt perked up!
Posted by: Laura on June 22, 2009 at 12:01 AMYou could always put a muzzle on him… If he starts going for your hamstrings or necks I would strongly suggest it. That, or stick him in a packing crate, ship him out by rail, and make his *owners* deal with him…
Cute pictures(:
Posted by: spindriftdancer on June 22, 2009 at 11:06 AMHow do you get that great lighting? I’m shooting a friends’ wedding this weekend and I have no experience with lighting!! Any tips?
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