Mr. Wild Dingo and I decided to host a yearly Mardi Gras party, partly because our house is unconsciously designed in those colors and themes and partly because we love an excuse to party! Last year, these two crashed our party and did this:
This is the consequence of uninviting a Siberian to the party.
So we made them pay the price if they wanted to come to the party:
"Does this crown make my butt look big?" (I swear sometimes he's such a chick.)
"Too ... many ... hurricanes. Can't ... reach ... punch bowl."
This year, we tortured them some more for this photo shoot. And yes, they are wearing real masks. They are not photoshopped. Why would anyone bother having dogs if they can't torture them? Here are a couple of outtakes from the photo shoot.
First the shots I used for the banner:
A nice side angle shot show his eye.
We only got a few good shots of Juno. She's a horrible model. She shouldn't quit her day job. (Which is....?) But in this photo, her eyes are bright and alert and focused on the bag of Salmon Zukes I'm holding.
I went through a half a bag of Salmon Zukes, mostly for Juno. She's a demanding and overpaid model.
You can see what she really thinks about working. By the way, did you even notice the size of those feathers? I have the world's most athletic dogs who can balance feathers so nicely on their heads.
Later on, I tried the green feathers. Loki amazes me. When I first got him 2 years ago, he wouldn't let me put a harness or leash on him. He'd try to bite me if I put anything remotely weird on him. Today, he sits perfectly still wearing ridiculous costumes and doesn't move a muscle until I release him. He's like my little soldier.
Now he's totally hammin' it up, because I'm telling him he looks so handsome! Even in those feathers, he still looks like he can kick someone's ass.
A disgruntled employee. I couldn't get Juno to sit still for 2 seconds. I had to bring in the big guns to help me get some good shots of her. Mr. Wild Dingo took a break from painting the new porch arches and came in to do her photos. And to think she still huffs and groans when he pets her.
There's not enough Zukes in the world to make her keep her costume on.
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