Yesterday's shoot was a bit of a bust. I caught the good light
for my turn behind the camera, but when it was Brian's turn, it
was gone, and the digital started acting wonky to boot. I also
think he was tired from sitting under the lights. But one member
of our family was ready for action...
As we tacked up a basic set, set up lighting, and moved everything
around in the living room, Sofia knew something was going on --
something she wasn't being included in. Like any smart pooch,
she knew the way to get answers: by planting herself right in
the middle of the action. She first tried the inquisitive look.
That had limited effect. So, she pulled out all the stops and
tried the plaintive look. Worked like a charm. |
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She was ready for her close up, Miz DeMille, and she made that
poignantly clear, and -- in her way, that is most likely projection
on our part -- assured us she would behave. To prove her worth,
she stomped unto the middle of the set, plopped ber pug-butt down
and smiled (well, not really, but did whatever it is she does)
for the camera.
Sofia still knew that she was being left out of something. Nothing
was cooking in the kitchen she wasn't getting, no one was putting
on their shoes to leave without her, there were no toys a'sqeakin'
she wasn't getting to play with, but something was amiss.
Aha! Naked girl, center stage. She got it now, and again assured
us (which again, was likely projection on our part) that if allowed
into the inner sanctum under the bright lights, she would behave.
Suckers for a puggy face that we are, we believed her. Ah, the
folly of it all.
Suffice it to say, she was a little wound up, and was less than
the most cooperative subject. |
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| Yet, lo and behold, the hot lights and all the action even got
to our plucky canine princess, and all her close-ups became filled
with yawns, watery eyes and utter boredom. Unfortunately, she
then discovered it was far more exciting and energizing to pull
the background off of the wall, and really liked how it made her
owners start to huff and puff and sigh...until it landed her smack
into the royal bedroom for her nap. |
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