Wow! Wow! I can't stop staring at this picture today! This Newfoundland makes my heart skip and brings a smile to my face....even if he is shaved down for the summer. Foyle still takes my breath away with those expressive eyes and his puppy demeanor that keeps him going every day even when he isn't feeling very good.
He's such a trooper and got up early with me this morning to go over to the Marin Headlands for a few pictures at one of the vista points where you can see the Golden Gate Bridge. After a quick bite to eat at Rustic Bakery (which has the most a-h-mazing croissants, hands down!) and a hot cup of coffee we bundled up and drove up to the Battery Spencer vista point. I knew the view was going to be obscured this morning because of the cloud cover at our house, but I really wanted to get pictures of Foyle with the fog rolling around him. Unfortunately the hills were too steep for him to climb without his brace where the fog was roaring in so we settled for posing in the dilapidated office buildings instead.
Next stop was Sausalito which used to be our old stomping grounds many, many years ago. (yikes, has it been that many?) I loved living in Sausalito because it is unexpectedly unpretentious and charming at the same time. Everyone downtown knew our dogs, we had the best dog walker who would take the dogs for hours, not just 20 min., and we were always served coffee before the tourists at our favorite coffee shop which is sadly gone now. What torture for Foyle to have a shoot next to the water! He kept looking at me...at the water....at me.....at the water.... until he couldn't take it anymore....
Within seconds he had climbed down over the slippery rocks, without his leg brace, and waded into the water before I could grab what little fur he had left to haul his butt out. Meanwhile I practically threw the camera ready to go into the water, screaming at him so he wouldn't do further damage to his leg because his vet just went in for knee surgery herself and wouldn't be available to fix him up this weekend.
Oblivious to me he just kept swimming around looking content and at home in the waves- ignoring the foolish, pleading human behind him so I just said "forget it" and took some pictures! Luckily he was able to climb back out and the leg survived without any trauma. My heart on the other hand was still in shock!
And that is how a real photo shoot goes at NewfandHound!