However, once we were both clean and out of the tub, I did get photos of her running about. This proved to be surprisingly difficult. Here, in order, is every photo I took. The first is a stunning shot of Lola's ass as she runs away from me. (I do like how the hair on her tail is moving, though.)
Here is Lola in full-on bedraggled mode. She has wingy legs.
Again, Lola's ass:
Lola in the middle of a full-on body shake, which I refer to as Helicopter Ears because they flap around her head amusingly:
Here, something went wrong with the photographer. But if history ever needs documentation of my dirty white flip-flops, my bedspread, and Lola's Squeaky Sheep, it's available.
Here, something went wrong with the camera.
Lola's front half, for once:
All of Lola, in the middle of a very vigorous Helicopter Ears. This is totally my favorite photo.
This is Lola, after having calmed down a bit. Note the ever-present bottle of stain remover in the background.
Stain remover, Lola, and dirty flip-flops.
Oh, yeah, and here's what Lola did while I was getting myself clean, before I brought her into the bathroom. The little minx.
1 comment:
Apparently, Mums of New-Dog- Obsessed Daughters have a responsiblity to leave comments on their blogs. What the crap? Where the hell was THAT in the Empty-Nester's Handbook? (provided free with every 10th case of Beefeater's Gin).
However, being a dutiful mother, here are my comments (and no sending them to Postcards From Yo Momma, either).
1) My daughter is a witty writer. She gets it from me, so far my only known positive contribution to her genes. Unless you count always knowing you're right. About everything.
2) Lola is the most seriously adorable doggie, right up there with Princess Poo-Face. Nuff said.
3) My daughter has waay too much time on her hands. "May not have children" forsooth - no shit, sweetie, there's no time for such high-faluting refinements in The Toddler Trenches, let me tell you. You're damn lucky to get the time to pee, let alone post photos of every waking moment. Which explains why I'm not in Scrapbooking Class.
Post a Comment