"Princess, why is this bed of flowers called Tutti Frutti?"
"It's as if they knew you were comin' Big Boy."
We managed to catch the park right after a light shower, so the tulips were still dewy with rain drops.
Typically, I shoot photos of the dogs when I'm by myself on a walk. But the weather has been so nutty this year, that there hasn't been opportunity, except in between rain showers with Mr. Wild Dingo on the weekends. So that means I haven't taken as many shots of the tulips and dogs as I'd like. Yes Internet, my dogs have more patience with posing for me, than Mr. Wild Dingo. That's saying something.
Below, the Staff at Wild Dingo pose Au Bord du Lac Léman. It took about 87,000 tries to get this shot, much to Mr. Wild Dingo's chagrin, because I took my hat off and placed it on the ground behind me. In the cracker's mind, hat on the ground = pick up for treats. Dog-forbid he should leave that hat on the ground.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Daddy-O, look at the camera already and stop de-frostin' over mom's hat already!"
"I can't help it Princess. Must. Keep. Suisse. Tidy."
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