How did our pumpkin photoshoot turn into a disaster? We’ve been having perfect fall weather lately, so Mom decided to take Bailie and me to our favorite pumpkin patch for a few photos. We got two photos, the above photo is the only one of me. The trouble started when Mom went to take my photo and realized she lost her lens hood. We hunted for it but didn’t find it. Because the loss had her mind preoccupied, she forgot to adjust the camera settings and this was the best photo we got of me.
Bailie refused to sit still for her photo which was irritating Mom big time. Not only was the lens hood gone, we were not cooperating. Mom realized Bailie would not be still as she was covered in really sharp painful burrs!
I wasn’t interested in the burr situation, so I was off wandering while Mom tried to get all the burrs off of Bailie. She had to work one handed holding me leash in the other hand. Of course, Mom didn’t think to take a photo until most of the burrs were gone, but this is how they looked. We also realized the field was covered in these burrs. While Bailie was being “deburred”, I was bored and found a wonderful mud puddle to lie down in and roll around!
Mom was livid! Lens hood was gone, burrs everywhere, and now I looked like a walking mud puddle, which meant pumpkin photoshoot over! There were a few shots of me in my mess, but once again being distracted, Mom forgot to adjust the settings and they were all over exposed! We were quickly loaded into the car and I was headed off for a yard bath.
Normally we get our baths in the tub with nice warm water as Mom finds it cruel to use cold hose water. On Saturday she was so mad, she tied me to a tree and gave me my bath in the yard like a common dog! I was not happy about the treatment, or lack of.
Finally, the bath was done and I wanted to get back in the house. Mom said, “no”, she wanted me to stay outside and dry off. Well, I’m no dumb dog! I marched right up to the door and laid my nose on my dog doorbell until she couldn’t take it anymore, and let me in. Mom bought the bell and taught us how to use it, so joke was on her!
I wasn’t the only victim of the day. Saturday night Bert got into a glue trap. His whiskers, mouth area, and one paw were all covered in sticky glue. Bert ended up in the laundry tub after Mom managed to get the sticky stuff off with vegetable oil. He was steamed as a clam after his bath! As a matter of fact, he is still not having anything to do with Mom.
It was one of those days where nothing went as planned, but Sunday was a new day with a clean slate. Do you ever have days like our Saturday?