There’s something about Doodles and me.
I’m not very good with rejection, thin-skinned you might say, particularly when it comes from a doodle - whether they be Golden or Labra or even a Cockadoodle for that matter.
Monty’s known as “The General” in a household where he commands a small brigade of humans and another dog or two on a good day.
At just a little more than 9 years-old Monty was having no part of what I was selling. So the number of photographs from his portrait session can be counted on a few fingers.
This can be quite humbling to have an otherwise amiable dog physically turn his nose up at you and your dreams of fame as a dog photographer.
So what you see here is what I got, and that’s all I was getting.
We have since reached a peaceful accord but the relationship is best described as tenuous.