[Remy, a big black dog with white toes, is blurry, caught in the act of jumping down from a log. ]
Remy is the very goodest of dogs. Except when it comes to a good dramatical pose.
He’s not … he’s not very good at those.
This is about as good as it gets.
[ Remy’s standing on a precarious-looking stack of logs, facing away from the camera. His ears are flopped and tucked slightly back. He’s properly looking off into the distance, but his head is slightly blurry. ]
Oh, he’ll _hit_ the pose, all right. For approximately a nanosecond, & then he’s off trying to do the next thing.
As witness.
[ He’s still in the same spot, but looking down now, and he’s raised one blurry forepaw in preparation to jump down and dash off in another direction entirely. ]
Possibly I need another person to hold the camera while I hold the leash. Or vice versa, I’m not picky. Or fast enough.
[ This time he’s standing on a straw bale. Beautiful head posture, soulful gaze, head blurry, no thoughts. ]
… & he’s off again.
[ Everything’s blurry — dog, straw bale, sky. His head has already disappeared off the left side of the shot. His tail is pointed straight up, and even blurrier than the rest of him. ]
… at least he’s having a good time.
