I find myself taking photos of my furry baby more than my real babies.
Of course it may have something to do with the fact that my babies are in fact no longer babies at all . . . instead all three of my girls are pre-teen or older.
They don't take kindly to having their photos taken.
My oldest gets downright angry . . . and stalks off to her room,
My middle child calls me weird and hides behind whatever is close and convenient,
My youngest daughter, bless her, will sometimes humor me. . . but produces a silly face - - not what I was going for.
Which leaves me with Shelby Girl.
We're best buds, and she doesn't roll her eyes at me when the camera comes out, or call me names, or turn into super grumpy girl in one second flat.
She will try to lick the camera - - so I have to watch out for that.
Most of the time Shelby could care less whether the camera is pointed in her direction or not. Which suits me just fine.
So until Shelby starts giving me the "have you lost your mind" look, I'll be the crazy dog lady who takes too many pictures and drives people crazy showing them off.
Have a great day,