This morning I looked down our little “s”-shaped hallway to find Zoey sitting by the door, patiently waiting for my husband to come back in with Chewie. This is a morning routine for her and I was hellbent on getting photographic evidence of it! Silently rushing into the office, I snapped on my telephoto lens before crawling across the floor (yes, I actually crawled) to peer around the corner. I had no time to turn on any lights or adjust much in way of camera settings because she was bound to catch on. Zoey dislikes getting her photo taken and has this radar, this strange sixth sense for knowing when a camera is pointed at her. It’s so ridiculous that I had written this previous blog about how to deal with a shy dog like that, and being sneaky is a major key. I managed to snag a few shots before she noticed. The last image you see was right before she rushed towards me like a ball of fluffy lightning.
“Is that a camera, Mom?”