Reconsidered

I felt a little harsh firing my mom as my personal photographer this past Sunday. I have reconsidered and she has the rest of this week to improve her skills. What can I say? I'm a softy. I want mom to succeed too.

Let me know what you think...is this pic an improvement from the Sunday pic where I looked like nothing but a floating head sprouting a tail. Mercy me, I'm still surprised she took such a poorly angled pic of me. In this pic I look rather decent, I think. Got a couple feet showing and it appears that I most likely have a body too that dad is holding. Let's not judge the fact dad's head is not in the pic, he didn't want to be seen in the pic because he's not "camera-ready" right now. He still needs a haircut. I mean, let's be honest after this looooonnnnngggg quarantine and no haircut for him, he looks like he's auditioning for a rock band. Only a tiny exaggeration on my part. I must say though I'm jelly of dad's "guns". Maybe someday I'll finish growing up and have "guns" like him or at least "guns" like a bulldog. Guns like a bulldog on a havanese...that's possible right?