Thing to Do No. 3: Take Bad Photos

I have a digital camera. I have no idea how to use it. I got it perhaps 3 years ago, and just a couple of months ago, I learned how to get pictures off of it and onto my computer. My friend Katie gave me a good tip and told me to try to avoid using the flash at all costs. I now know how to turn the flash off, and I’m pleased with the results. Imagine how bad they would be otherwise.

This is Molly, out of work Poodle to the Stars. Like me, she needs a haircut and her brows and nails done. She’s probably mad that I took her picture looking like she does.



Bad hair notwithstanding, Molly must wonder why her life suddenly sucks. Just last week, she was coming to work with me, taking short walks at 11am and 3pm, and enjoying the outdoors in the evenings. Now, while we are generally occupying separate sofas, we are serving a communal sentence.

Interestingly, or perhaps not, Molly refuses to go outside right now. I’ve tried to let her out at least three times today, but she refuses to cross the threshold onto the back deck. In my head, I’m thinking she doesn’t want to leave me in case something happens. In her head, she is probably worried that if she goes out, I’ll do something interesting without her.

Sorry Sweetheart.