Life's A Beach

At least, it was today.

Your Food Lady has been a busy girl! She's working on all kinds of things these days, including a special thank you to the lovely folks who donated to keep me (and by extension, Wootube) up and running. Watch your mailboxes!!

SAINTS photo shoot number 2 took place this week, and I think it gave me carpal tunnel syndrome. That'sa lotta dogsa! There's a sneak preview for you here later in this episode ;-)

So today was the first day I've had some free time, and I took advantage of it to spirit some very pouty dogs off to the beach for a couple of hours. They said after a week of being largely ignored, it was a nice gesture, but not good enough.

I'm leavin' on that midnight train to Georgia...
as soon as it shows up.


In an historic first, Tweed agrees with Woo, and is also thinking of hopping a boxcar and abandoning me.


Dexter, however, is just hoping to throw himself under the first train that comes along (he's a teenager; they are notoriously full of angst)


Boys are dumb.
(Piper has the retention span of a goldfish, and has already forgotten she was annoyed with me)


Piper called me a name *pout*


But the allure of the ocean jollied them out of their pissy moods.

And there was rejoicing.

Hurrah!


And there was DumbBall


And there was irritating-Tweed-by-following-him-around-which-we-know-he-hates-but-we-do-it-anyway-just-to-be-pesty.


And then I had to stop with the photos, because my wrist was swearing at me. Now there are dog-shaped piles of sand making the floor look arty, and 4 soggy and tired dogs heaped around under furniture.

This leaves me some time to edit more SAINTS photos.

This time around we tried to simulate a studio effect. For Every. Single. Dog. It took a long time.

I say simulate because, of course, we have no studio. All we had were some white sheets, a reflector and many packages of tempting Snausages.

But I think the results were quite good, all things considered.

I can't see them, but I can sure frickin' smell them. Where are the damn Snausages?


I have some difficulty standing. If you were less cruel, and appreciated my Dexter-like ears, you'd give me a Snausage.


I don't need your stinkin' Snausages. But don't touch my monkey.


SnAUsaGEs! SNaUsagES! SNaUSagEs!


All in all, I think they turned out quite well! At least for most of the dogs. A few were not so cooperative, and in a couple of other cases, I just failed to get a really nice shot.

Carol told me this evening that Rose passed away this afternoon. I am now sad that I didn't get a really love photo of her during the session - a hard lesson to learn when photographing SAINTS dogs ... you may not get a second chance.

RIP Rose.


It's hard to stay sad, though, when Dexter The Canine Spider goes dancing past you like this:


I *definitely* got the weird puppy.