Strike a Pose

Today, Miss Pixie came to work with me for the second time. The first time was on Tuesday, for a meet and greet. She was very, very well behaved, except that she pocketed a lot of unsuspecting hearts. And it only took three people telling me that she should do a photo shoot, for me to suddenly remember (like the American President and his rose garden) that it turns out we have a photo studio.

I came home at lunchtime, packed a diaper bag tote full of props, toys, treats, newspapers, enzyme “accident” spray, and paper towels. Then tucked the baby puppy into her carrier seat crate, and off we went, for her close-up.

Our staff photographer is a really good egg, and didn’t mind that Pixie “marked” a spot, or ate the masking tape, or chewed the white paper background sweep. He got down on his belly, and got eye to eye with the Divine Miss P, who, incidentally loves the camera. As in, she tried to eat it a few times. I honestly couldn’t imagine that Chris would get anything usable, but…

…you be the judge.