Tuesday, January 25, 2011
So the other morning we were headed out to the house--extra early by my standards--not my husband's. We drove by some cows and I told my hubby to let me out, I wanted to take some pics. Not thinking clearly, I invited Kaity out, too. So I start snapping away.
(these shots are sooc--anyone want to get me photoshop for Valentine's Day?)
Doesn't she look tasty!? Just kidding! I totally try not to think of them that way...ever.
|"Umm, lady, what that black thing behind you?"|
|Oh, this was the dead coyote on the fence--the fence I was using for a tripod. |
This is all normal they assure me.
|Betsy, you are so cute! Or just dumbfounded....I never really know what that look means.|
They were really sticking around for some good shots, but I think it was just curiosity. Because the entire time I was shouting around at THIS:
Oh, she was having the Time Of Her Life!
I, on the other hand, was so frustrated!! But evertime I tried to chase her down, she gained confidence (because then the cows were actually moving away from her) so she just kept running! She is such a little turkey.
I have no idea who's dog this is or where she came from.
I mean look at the little punk, this picture caught her mid-bark!
What a terrorist!
(She's usually such a good listener, too--I mean, from what I hear. She just gets in THE Zone out there by the cows. My husband assures me this is a habit that must be broken yesterday.)
But if she wasn't there--I don't know if these horses would have given me the time of day. So maybe, maybe she was my best asset out there.