>> Friday, June 3, 2011
Every year our local Humane Society puts together a day planner featuring photos of folks around town with their furry friends.
Every year a few Charlotte John agents get together for a group picture to support the cause.
Every year I give my June Bug a bath and trim her little scraggly toenails and comb her little beard.
Every year we show up.
Every year we smile.
Clearly a few have been practicing their best I-know-you’ve-got-a-treat-in-your-pocket smiles…
Sure, the little longhaired beauty in the front may have been a smidge confused about who actually was yelling Puppies! You wanna treat?! from behind the camera lens, but at least she’s looking at a person.
My June, on the other hand, would rather plot the murder of the neighbor’s squirrels than pretend like her mother taught her any manners.
What happened to this sweet face?…
Or these perky ears?
Even halfway asleep you manage to throw your best gremlin glance at the camera…
If this rebellion is a sign of the times to come, I’m in trouble. Soon my little angel will be sporting a spiked collar, chasing little boy dogs around the neighborhood and hoarding stolen milk bones under her dog bed. Heart break is real.