I have so many things to write about.
I want to tell you about the handlers clinic we went to this weekend at Sue MacDonalds. How John experienced the trials and tribulations of penning with Beth. How I experienced the trials and tribulations of penning with Brynn. I have a whole photographic journey through this clinic to share. But first I need to have time to sit down and go through all the pictures I shot..and of course right after I dig myself out of the huge hole of self pity I buried myself in.
I could tell you about taking portraits of the kids.
Perhaps you could empathize with my pain.
The things one must go through to get them to cooperate. The threats of pain, smashed video games, broken bones...all fall on deaf ears if it means you get to spit on your sibling. That is worth any amount of punishment to befall you later.
Unless your someone really does post them on the internet like she said she would. HA HA! Next time don't spit on each other while I am taking your pictures.
Logical consequences...I am just sayin'
I could be telling you how shooting pictures of teenagers makes you want to hide under a log
Like Ranger does...
Eventually I will tell you about working dogs today and Friday at Cindy's. The progress that has been made...and lost.
I ride the sheep herding short bus. <-------glaring example of self pity
You have heard about Big Hats and Little Hats right? Well I am a Dumb Hat. Yep, that is me (more self pity).
I am glad my dogs love me regardless of my hat status.
It is cuz I give them food. And scratch their itches, kiss them all over and spoil them more than my kids.
Oh crap...I am one of those freaky dog people.
I have a whole post planned on nothing but tongues. Dog tongues. Yep...written by your resident freaky dog person. Betcha cant wait eh?
Oh yeah...I forgot to tell you all about the photo shoot I did of a lovely young woman and her horse.
I could look at this horse all day.
I will tell you all about it soon.
Soon...Sometime around 2015 I think.
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