Not that enjoying a nap in the rarely seen wintry snowpuddles is a bad thing. Its just not something to write home about... or paw on my blog if y'all (woops, cowboy moment) know what I mean.
Anyway, the title of my post today indicates that perhaps I am not happy with my current photographer. You are right.
My photographer, my Mother Dearest, the bearer of food and cuddles, is for lack of suitable vocabulary - Useless! I am on the market for an upgrade, yes sir-ee!
I mean for dogs sake, we had a really fun relay event on Sunday... and did she take the kamrah? No she did not. Did she attempt to get anyone else to use their kamrah to capture our performance? No she did not.
By the way, we got first in our relay! Me and Mother Useless teamed up with our and Team Husky's non-fur friend Haakon and Grumpy Fen and Dearest Snowflake (Qannik - brother of Mr Yak) who were and still are of the furry variety. Tho with Mr Fen, I would not call us friends. No, no not at all. Snowflake? Well he's a pushover, and hes Mr Yaks brother so he is in my excellent books!
The relay was a run, bike, harder bike, scooter. We made Haakon do the run cos Mum is lazy and a pathetic runner. Haakon and Grumpy Fen did the run first, we did both the bike stages. Mum had issues getting her bibs sorted and she nearly killed me twice - once by scaring me with a stick in the bike wheel, and another by running me over at the finish line. The finish line means stop, right? WRONG! I got rammed right up the butt-tocks (Forrest Gump moment there). Mum just about died also - from unfitness. But red-faced (Mum) and slobber covered (Me), we finished ok and let Haakon and Snowflake race in the big finale Scooter! Very cool!
And of course, noting the heading of this post - No photos! Perhaps I will have to interrogate some bystanders to source some pictures for you.
AND of course, I got to see my loverly fluffball furiends Dakota & Georgia, boy oh boy is Georgia HUGE!!! And soft and fluffy.... I think I'm developing one of those...what do you call it? Krusher? No thats one of those milky things you get from KFC... I'm thinking of a Paramore song.... hmmmmmmm ah thats it! Crush! Crush! Crush!
I feel like a nervous teenage boy... She is so gorgeous! But I am a shy boy...
Have any of you wise bloggy doggies, kitties and peoples got any advice for me? (fur me?). I am twittling in my boots!