You know, if I’ve learned anything in this long-lived career in the corporate workplace, it’s the importance of being agile. To be flexible. How to embrace change.
Because no matter how carefully you may have planned, things are going to shift on you.
Or wait. No.
No, that’s just life.
So I was thinking that I’d take a weekly photo of Holly. At least until she reached a stage where her growth was not so profound in change. Dunno, maybe five or six months.
And then I figured easy ’nuff to take the photos in the same spot in the yard.
And then yesterday it rained. Stormed, actually. Thunder and lightning and should we be hunkering in the basement stuff going on out there.
Ah, but as many summer storms, it passed within minutes. Leaving us with a light rain shower.
And a tight schedule of taking Holly’s fourteen week photo.
So here we are with a misty rain causing the blackboard paint to run and the photographer’s assistant quickly running out of dog treats (do note The Husband’s shoes, bottom right), me fussing about the precious Canon in the misty rain, and Holly’s tail attempting to underline her name.
So take that, Life. We can work around all your drama and plot twists.
We give you Holly at fourteen weeks. Good lord, look at the legs on this pup, willya?