It's All Sam's Problem...

I'm sure you all read Sam's whiny post yesterday...  "Poor me, I don't like the flashy beast."

You know, if he'd just listen to my advice, mom would give up trying take pictures of him.  Butt no...  he thinks he's smarter than me.

Well, answer me this question...  who had 75 pictures taken of them yesterday and who had 40?

So, for all you out there that don't like the flashy beast, let me show you how to be the pack leader when it comes to the flashy beast...

Okay, mom!  Let's take some pictures!

Did you say CLOSER?

What?  Too close?  Okay... I'll back up a bit!

How's this?  No?  A little farther back?

What?  Now I'm too far?  Okay, I'll get a bit closer...

Is this too close mom?

Too close again?  Darn it!

Yup, mom... totally understand...  we'll try again tomorrow.

I'm just gonna sniff around a bit... k?

And there you have it... only 40 shots of me and I'd say 36 of those are unusable!

Who's the smarty pants dog now???

I Has a Problem...

Do your pawrents own a fancy dancy flashybeast?  One that does continuous shooting?

Our mom has just figured how to do that on ours... yee haw...

Be prepared to be mesmerized...

You'd think she'd clean the deck off first... but, no... 

She'll probably blame it on the 'wind storm' we had...

I'm ignoring you...

still ignoring you...

Ladeedeedumdo....

Wonder how long I have to ignore her before she leaves...

still ignoring you...

GAH!  I looked!  Maybe she didn't notice...

keep your eyes fixed on some imaginary object...

What is that over yonder???

Could it be a squirrel?  or maybe someone normal who would like to adopt me???

All RIGHT, crazy lady...

Enough is ENOUGH!

Go pester that other dog you have...

to be continued...