|12-09-2013 04:31 PM|
Gotta see those photos! LOL!
|12-09-2013 01:55 PM|
|Blanketback||Yeah, and while I was busy with him - doing some basics with the liver - all I could hear was the photographer saying, "Don't look at him - don't make eye contact" to the Santa. And I'm thinking, "Oh no, not another Santa that's not comfortable with GSDs" and the poor man - what did he think?! It would be kind of hard NOT to look at a GSD that barking at you....lol...|
|12-09-2013 01:46 PM|
|Zeeva||Oh no haha! Remy you silly pup. It's just a suit and a beard!|
|12-09-2013 01:45 PM|
|trcy||Santa freaks me out too!|
|12-09-2013 01:43 PM|
|Blanketback||It was pretty hilarious - I can say now in retrospect, lol. But kind of embarrassing at the time. I like getting those pictures taken, and have lots of Santa pics with my last boy too, since places around here do it annually as a fundraiser for the shelters. The first one with my last dog is just awful, because the Santa obviously didn't like GSDs - there's my cute little pup sitting in a sleigh beside a guy dressed up with the worst look of anguish in his eyes! Yuck, some Christmas pic! Lol!|
|12-09-2013 01:34 PM|
|pyratemom||Loved your description. That pretty much described Pyrate's first Santa encounter when he was a pup. He did actually go up to Santa and tug at the beard after getting comfortable around him. I think he recognized Santa's scent or voice as my vet's helper and the scent helped him calm down.|
|12-09-2013 01:21 PM|
AHHH! Giant creepy red & white thing with shifting eyes!
Just like the pictures that hang in the staircases of all those old ghost story movies! AHHHH!!!!!!
So thought my dog, yesterday Everything was going so smoothly...I had dried liver, and also his frisbee, in case the line-up for the Christmas photo with Santa was too long. Ha.
We got to the store and it was empty. Little guy was so happy to be on an excursion - he walked up smiling to the owner, loving the attention. Had a nice look around at all the chews on display. Couldn't have been better...until we walked over to Santa.
BAH! Woof woof woof! Tail not tucked, ears not flat, no frothing at the mouth....but man-oh-man what a racket! He just did NOT like Santa. I gave Santa his frisbee, to no avail. I had Santa take off his beard and let him sniff it, still no go. I sat on the floor at Santa's feet and we played for a bit, but he still didn't like him. Fortunately, the photographer is also a trainer, so she lured him into position with her clicker and quickly banged off a few shots.
He turned back into Mr. Happy once it was over, greeting the new customers that came in. But he just did not like the Santa - who will probably send him coal this year. So much for the fuzzy wubba he's been eyeing.