He doesn't like cameras. Its all part of his "I don't like any gadget I do not understand, that makes noise, has lights, or bright colors" philosophy. Consequently, I had to hold him to make sure he was part of the photos. Otherwise, I would have looked pretty stupid holding an armful of air.
Here are a few photos of a boy and his dog.
(The other boy that owns the dog -- Anthony -- is playing photographer). Hair by Ken Carr, lighting by Ridgepointe, clothing by Target.
Lucky and Ken. One of us doesn't like the paparazzi very much. |
Lucky's already over this photoshoot. I had this look on my face because one of us farted. I am not saying which one of us it was. |
I sat down on the floor trying to make Lucky more comfortable. Lucky was contemplating his own death at this point. |
I gave Lucky a kiss. Lucky wished a meteor would fall out of the sky and kill me. |
I tried to give Lucky my usual end of a date good night lick. He's a heartbreaker. |