Ordinarily I’m not in the habit of taking photographs of other people’s pets. Especially without asking their permission first. I mean, I guess it’s nowhere near as bad as snapping a quick shot of somebody stranger’s kids, (in fact, that would be just downright weird,) but still, it’s not something I do.
Until this little fella appeared.
I was on holiday in Cornwall at the time, (which partly explains the absence of any blog posts for the last few weeks, I know you’ve all been bereft without them). I was on the beach with my family and our friends, a tiny little cove surrounded by rocks, when I happened to glance up and saw this guy standing on the top of the cliff.
I couldn’t resist. He looked so strong and heroic and determined up there, and he also appeared to realise how cool he looked, as he held that position for long enough that I was able to take a rubbish photo of him first, and then change my position and depth of field to get the shot above.
Yeah, he knew he had an admirer. He knew he was having his photograph taken.
And he loved it.
But you know, I have a sneaking suspicion I do know who this dog belongs to. He just looks so damn familiar…