I quite enjoy having my picture taken and this weekend the two humans emerged, camera in hand, and proceeded to capture my likeness while I posed against the backdrop of the driveshed. I am very talented at remaining immobile for long periods of time; unlike some I could mention, I never fidget. Only when they had finished did I realize the photos are to go in a magazine for which the woman scribbles and they were actually pictures of HER, with me as a scenic backdrop. The nerve. Oh well, I suppose it will give my blog some publicity, as long as readers don't examine her visage too closely (she's fairly hideous).
Now for the hind end. TJ has devised a new game of creeping up behind me and yanking large tufts of hair from my hindquarters. Yet another humiliation from the evil brain of the mini-barbarian. With the cold weather, it's getting quite chilly back there. The woman rubbed blobs of white cream on the two largest spots next to my tail, in hopes that TJ would end up with a mouthful of diaper ointment (designed for infant human bottoms, I believe). It worked quite well and there he stood, foaming at the mouth and looking perplexed. I have posted a photo of self with the white patches in evidence. I told him that one fine day he would find himself enmeshed in a bitter lawsuit and the idiot said "Uhuhh, fossildonkey, I don't never wear no soots." Sigh.