It's about time I get some say in this blogging world. I've only been a part of the family three years now. Well, I am a husky of some sort, but everyone calls me a wolf. Even before I was adopted my name was Wolfy. It's tough for me to identify with because I have the stomach of a golden retriever; all I really want to do is eat.
You've probably seen some of my pictures on the blog before and that's because my owners are
wedding and portrait photographers. I never really got into the whole photography thing, but somehow I cannot escape it.
Jackie has the camera in my face all the time. But as long as I get a treat when she is done taking pictures; I will do whatever she asks. Usually I get a dog treat, but every now and then I'll get some raw meat or raw tuna. That raw stuff is to die for!
I dwell outside so I prefer not to stay in the house, even if it is raining. My coat is as thick as a wolf's and it's winter time so I do not need to be sitting around staring at four walls. Although sometimes I will stay up at night to have a one on one with the NSS, Neighborhood Skunk Squad, or I will hunt rats for the old man. That's when Jackie lets me inside for my morning nap. I give the glass door a little scratch and she can hear it from the depths of the house. She's a good owner like that.
So today I was out in the yard minding my own business when Jackie came outside to check on me. She looked at me funny and started laughing. I was out digging for gophers earlier because the ground is much easier to dig through when it's wet, but I thought the rain had washed the evidence away. Apparently I was wrong. She ran into the house and when she returned her hand was clenching that darn camera. Eventually I was okay with it. She took her pictures and I got my treat! Maybe I should dig more often?
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