Shoes, locking doors, harnessing Bassets, convincing Bassets to get into the Basset Transport Vehicle and not run barking around it in circles, pushing Butter all the way into the vehicle, closing car doors, unlocking main gate, locking main gate, driving 900 meters, stop, unlock BTV doors, convince Butter to get out of the way so that everyone else can disembark, grabbing hold of leashes and locking doors while being dragged in all possible directions, subduing a whining-at-the-top-of-her-voice excited Nougat, following the narrow path down to the waterline while trying to co-ordinate everyone's rhythm including that of Mrs. Q's. Sometimes I miss the complications of fly-fishing and tangled nylon line. No fish has ever tried to drag me into the water, bushes or across the sand.
The entire exercise lasted an hour and a half.
This is what it looks like when you hang on to three boisterous and one tired Basset with one hand and aiming a camera at the whole circus. My face was not melting (yet), there was just a very wide angle lens on the camera.
1 comment:
Lizette, ek kan nie glo jy kan sulke goeie foto's neem terwyl VIER bassets aan jou hang nie!! Well done girlfriend! Ons doen 'n professionele photo-shoot Sondag, maar ek dink ek moes sommer net vir jou gevra het!!
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