Darcy has been so miserable.
First she got skunked, then she had Dad leave, then Mom took off for her dad's. This is what she did for the first two days Mom was up north. She just curled up and moped. It took a lot of work for me to convince her to have fun, and I finally pulled it off after the flood.
Monday morning, I slithered on the ground, capping the pipe, and something clicked in Darcy's brain: Laura can be fun, even if Mom is far away! She rescued sticks, watched me make a fool of myself, and had a good time.
We were playing in the yard, and I decided we needed pictures of the flood and what we had survived. I thought it might be fun to get a few pictures of my girl. So Darcy had a photo shoot.
This is how most pictures of Darcy turn out. She moves through the frame so fast that I can't snap a picture fast enough.
I thought it might be a good idea to pose the pictures better. Candids don't work with a happy dog. So I urged her to sit down and stay still, looking at me...and she did.
Originally my feet were in this picture, so I took some more. She was unhappy to have to stay still, so I went down to her level.
She came back later, inside the house, and kept nose-bumping me. I was holding the camera...
And I captured the Darcy Stare, the look she gives us when she wants something. This look was a walk. Which she got.
This one was a treat. Which she also got.
She doesn't need teased hair or freaky make-up to look beautiful. I really love my girl. Thanks for humoring me.