Bones crossed

I had an appointment at my new photographer the other day. His methods are very technical, but the results are stunning if compared to my regular photo artist. I got some sort of drug before shooting that made me quite relaxed (yea, my bladder auto-emptied itself..) He took maybe a dozen of snapshots with his massive camera that's particulary designed for cross-breed animals. The x-breed rays penetrated my shiny hair (yes, I use real fur) and could see my thoughts (bones, that is). The picture above is unfortunately someone else's thoughts, but it gives you an idea of my mindscape.

Dog marks the spot

Talking about home sickness! The parents of the pink poo master with reverse schedule of daily routines left a map of London on the floor yesterday. I don't really know is it the smell of still-dry-paper or the memories from London that made me land on the map. I placed my bum (it looks a bit fat, huh?) on Battersea Dog Shelter (never been there) and nose pointing east. Easter? Eastest? Happily my two homies from London are going to visit me and the hairless human puppy this week. Bring along a ball sling!