Sunday, July 09, 2006
He had his chin on the sill and he peacefully watched me walk by. I thought, Awwwww. But I didn't take my camera out (being so recently victimized by the mean camera thief, and also not having all my stuff replaced yet, I have tended to not take out my camera as often as I used to. I am still paranoid that someone will take what I do have, and then I will really be despondent and hopeless).
I rounded the corner, and my inner muse kept nagging at me to go back and take that photo, because I would regret letting it pass by.
I was nearly to the next corner, but I decided that my muse was right, and so I turned around.
As I walked back, I thought all about how cute this photo would be. I used to have a Beagle and he was so smart and sweet. This would be the best photo. I was remembering how sweetly he was basking in the sun on the window sill, watching me go by, docile and peaceful.
I got to the location and he was still there, thank goodness. Still peacefull basking. I pulled out my camera, and he immediately reared up and began to bark at me.
He barked the bark of a threatened dog in need of protecting his territory. I snapped and I went on my way.
It was a completely different photo than what I had imagined. But then, c'est la vie, n'est pas?