A Model Dog

I was trying to set up a shot for Valentine's Day, using my dogs.  Frustration - the pack wasn't behaving, I cannot get the friggin' wrinkles out of my muslin backdrop, and I need stronger continuous lights or a light box.

I gave up, uttered a "Grumph!", shut off the lights, and turned away from the set up.  My old man, Dante - who is 8 years old and devoted to me - looked up at me . . . and damned if he did not walk into the studio area and sit squarely between the two lights.  I looked at him.  He looked at me, as if to say, "Ready?"  I said, "Okay," got up, turned on the studio lights, and took some shots.  As I write this, he is curled up on the backdrop, sleeping peacefully.

God, I love that dog.

Don't ever think dogs are not empathetic.

A priest, Fr. John Moneypenny, gave me this dog.  Dante is the greatest gift I ever got from a friend.