Day 263 – Spittled Speckles
My greyhounds don’t understand that when I get on the ground with the camera that doesn’t mean crawl all over me play time.
Hoping to catch a lovely portrait of one of the fatheads I got down at their level.
Jillian promptly ran up to me in all of her excitement, coughing in my face.
Portrait time abruptly and prematurely ended. I couldn’t see a bloody thing around all of her spittle.
Gotta love those doggies.