I took my children...my two labradoodles, who I have noticed since being a little more conscious around my roommates I talk to constantly. Not in that baby talk kind of way you hear people do and instantly want to kick in their teeth, or politely ignore them....but in a "I think you are on my intellectual level and I am going to talk to you like a peer", except I don't often talk to my peers about their breath and fuzzy ears (that would be weird). I digress...anyway, I took my dogs with me to take some pictures of a oil derrick on the trinity river - I was scared to go alone since i tend to get into "shooting mode" and pay NO attention to what is going on around me...which I have been told over and over and over and over again is a cardinal sin for a young woman, I would never be able to fend off an attacker (again I digress). Anyway while waiting for the sun to sink a little lower behind the horizon I took some photos of my family...and I quickly learned that when your family has four legs, a nose million times more sensitive than my own and thinks it is sooo exciting that mom is standing OUTSIDE of the car instead of sitting in it with us it is hard to get them to sit still. I guess I was wrong to think a long run down the river would wear them out. Well this is as close to a family portrait as was obtainable tonight...

Here are some portraits of the pooches as well...
Bradie Girl
and the ever mellow boy O.P.