I so don’t like having my pic taken. I’ve never felt photogenic and when a good pic does come along, there are things. Little things, I have a strange outfit on (my bad), I look heavier (who needs that?), the photo itself is fuzzy (now that’s just sad for me), and I frequently have my mouth WIDE open or my eyes closed. In my mind, it’s a lose-lose situation.
You’re probably asking why I would do this to my dogs, then. Honestly? I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never had dogs who let me dress them up and I don’t really feel the need to. I think it’s funny, up to a point, then it seems kind of cruel. With that said, every once in a while I get a wild hair and want to either celebrate a holiday (bunny ears, reindeer ears, devil ears), so I get those little head bands with things on them. It’s easy on, easy off, and no one gets hurt. Generally. Occasionally, there’s bruised egos involved. Nothing a cookie can’t fix. But I wanted to get in the spirit of my first novel coming out so I bought cowboy hats. For dogs. 🤠🐕🐕. Technically, these are bandits in this first novel and not cowboys, but my choices are a little limited because of the nature of this crowd. By crowd, I mean dogs who don’t like costumes. It’s like trying to dress a pair of squirrels, which makes me rethink the need to dress them up, if that thought ever occurs to me. This was more of an impulse than an actual thought, per se. Couple that with the Amazon “buy” button and that’s where we find ourselves, having this conversation about that image.