Dogs Are People Too
If Petey, my chihuahua, could talk, I think he would speak to me like a sassy teenager. This little guy has a serious attitude problem. I'm sure it has nothing to do with fact that I spoil him in every way possible. We had a lazy day at home yesterday. The sky was overcast, it was freezing outside, and the impending snowmaggedon was just hours away according to the weather man. The pup and I were lounging under a very warm blanket, as everyone should do on days like that.
I got up and walked away for a moment and his head popped up. He just stared me down. I walked back over to him and pulled the blanket up over his body and tucked him in nice and snug. I knew what he wanted. We share a language, he and I. He plopped his head back down. I could just hear him saying as he watched me walk away, "Um, where do you think you're going? Cover me up." And as soon as I complied, he was satisfied and went back to his favorite activity: napping.
Petey has the biggest personality of any dog I've ever known. Every time I come home from work and walk through the front door, he acts like he just won the doggy lottery. He jumps up and down and wags his tail so hard that the entire back half of his little 15 pound body wiggles side to side. Yes, you read that right. 15 pounds. Although he is ever so slightly on the chunky side (no, I'm not in denial about this), he really is just a rather overgrown chihuahua. It's too bad it's not really possible to tell how big a dog will get when he is a puppy. Not because I would have chosen a different one. No, it's because if I ever get another chihuahua, I would want another big one. He's the best. This, friends, is Petey. He will be 10 years old this year. He's got a little more grey fur on his face and ears than he used to, but that's alright. As long as he lives forever, he could go bald and I'd be fine with it.
This morning, my little furry alarm clock woke me up precisely 15 minutes before my scheduled wake up time. Thanks, dude. He has a few methods in his bag of tricks for rousing me from my glorious, warm slumber. Today, he was scratching at the bedroom door. Not because he couldn't get out of the room, oh no. My husband, Chris, and I sleep with the door open. Petey scratches the door because he knows the sound wakes me up. He wants me to get out of bed, let him outside, only to get half way to the coffee maker before he wants to be let in because it's just too cold. Does he bark or cry to be let in like a normal dog? Are you kidding? Nope. He jumps on the door. And the more urgent he feels about coming back inside, the harder he hits the glass. Did I mention there was snow in the forecast? This morning sounded something like a pigeon had lost its sense of direction and had probably knocked itself unconscious on the back step.
Tomorrow, I am starting a new thing I'd like to do every week called Photo Tip Tuesday. In this weekly post, I will share with you one tip that will help you take better pictures, whether you just want to get better shots of your kids, grandkids or furry children, or you're an aspiring professional. This week, I will be discussing the topic of composition. As sort of a sub-topic, I want to touch on a little thing called perspective. Composition is the layout of the overall shot. Perspective is one component of that. Take the photo to the left for example. While it may be funny and endearing for a dog's nose to be between his eyes, it might not fly with a bride, or your 13 year old girl who is just learning all the ways a woman can be insecure about her body. You have to keep in mind that the angle in which you shoot the picture will affect the overall perspective. In this shot, Petey was just overly excited about a treat in my hand and I think he was stretching his nose up as high as it would go. He is the master of weird faces.
Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my life. Please comment and share! I'd love to get a little feedback. Thanks guys! Have a warm night!