Gone to the dogs

Hello. We are in the pretty field, posing for our photos.

This is my thoughtful pose. Don't I look quiet, calm and just a bit pensive?

This is my "I'm so happy and mellow smile!"

Hey, Daisy! Listen. The white dude is getting all the attention. He's getting a bit full of himself, isn't he?

Let's GET HIM!

I'm gonna grab your tail!

Zyra: Oh man! Not fair. He's using his ears to levitate himself right off the ground!
Daisy: I cawn't tawk. My tawngue is in the way. Awso, my rear is no longer under my cawntawl.
Baby: Wheeee! Can't touch me!

Zyra & Daisy: Ok, whatever. We chased him away.

It's my turn to pose and look calm and thoughtful on a field.

Oh crap, she's coming at me!

Luckily she's not very coordinated. She really does have no control over her rear.

She thinks she can catch me.

Hah.

I'm going to have to make this easy for you, aren't I?

How about I lie down in front of you?
Baby: I'm leaving. I have some serious posing to do.

How about if I roll over and you bite my neck?

OK, now try to catch me again!

Must get away from the monster behind me! She's going to kill me! Help!

Just kidding! We're having SOOOOO much fun!

Seriously now. It's time for cookies. Did someone say SIT?