The physical abuse I take

Sometimes when the urge to be creative hits me I find myself home alone on a Sunday night. I pick up my camera and look around my shoebox apartment and I have two subject options: self portraits and my dog.

My dog HATES having his picture taken. It's a struggle to snap a few quick photos of him before he sinks into a motionless pile of black fur on the floor.

Here is Harley's cute nose.



Here is Harley not being ammused.




And I am not joking at all when I say this...here is the photo shot a split second before my dog smacked me in the face with his paw.



Ok Ok ... I get it.