tres at the lake

my brother's dog gus (duckfeet) has become a member of the family and he and our golden retriever tres are like "brothers from another mother." gus has been living with my parents for the last 18 months-ish, and he and tres are inseperable. however, quite different at times. for instance, gus doesn't "work it" for the camera. gus would rather toss a wet tennis ball in your face while you attempt to take his photo. so, in this series of pics, gus was on the other side of the front door because he was ruining my shot, prancing around and slobbering me and the camera with his tennis ball.
at first, i thought tres would never move from whining at the front door and i nearly gave up. but, i nicely said, could you PLEASE sit and pose for this picture of the front porch. he looked over at me, walked to the middle of the porch -but in a perfectly off-center kind of way- and sat. he continued to sit and just bask in his own beauty while i took, oh, 15 different shots. then i gave him a big hug, got some cheese from the fridge, and thanked the dog/model for his time. enjoy!

gus! how'd you get in there man? you have my tennis ball!! open this door!! open this door!!
ugh. that blonde girl is bossing me around again. forget it, girlie. i do what i want, when i want.


alright, alright, i'll sit. i know i'm handsome. and gus is just not opening that door.



ah, give the people what they want. soak it up, baby.

did orvis magazine call yet? i'm sure they will. that blonde girl will handle all my calls, right?