Showing posts with label camera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camera. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Sleeping position # 4

Sleeping position # 4 in an occasional series


The Harvey Smith*

(can be loosley interpreted as 'go away and stop disturbing me
while I'm snoozing, and you can take that camera away too')

Sunday, 21 April 2013

Wippitt o'clock

We were going to tell you all about Sharpe's Rifles at the Chiltern Open Air Museum this weekend, but although the Madwoman actually remembered to take the camera along, when she tried to use it, the batteries were flat ... 
the incompetence we have to put up with defies belief.
Shame, because the weather has been sunny and perfect for picture-taking.
And also for sunbathing.
The Madwoman says she can tell what time of day it is
by checking on where we have positioned ourselves in order to
best soak up the rays ...

Here is Archie, having taken over the typing chair at the desk, while
Angel stretches out on the top of the crates next to it.
Later on we'll move round, following the sun until
we end up by the French windows at the back.

Look!
She's managed to cut off the tip of Angel's nose!
Honestly, as we said, the Madwoman's total ineptitude with a camera
really does know no bounds!
  

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Yet another outing

Are we there yet?
We had a nasty moment at the weekend when the Madwoman announced that it was bath time.
Happily it turned out that what she meant was that it was time to go and pay a visit to Bath the place, rather than the bath tub. Or to be more precise, to visit her horse who lives at Bath.
The Madwoman had her stupid head on and forgot to pack the camera, so you'll just have to make do with this picture, taken by Bob Atkins, when he was posing for a photo shoot ages ago.
Flash is the redhead in the middle.
The Madwoman is the one hiding as usual behind the photographer.

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Posing

All this posing can be absolutely exhausting daaahling ... and even when you're taking a well-earned break you can find a camera being pushed in your face ...




We are wippitts of many skills ... as well as those you've already read about, you can add Posing For The Camera. This is something we've been doing much of lately - hence the paucity of recent blogs. We have been far too busy looking our very best while the Madwoman leaps around clutching a camera and excitedly squeaking things like "Hold it right there!" and "A little more to the left!" While this isn't too bad when you're enjoying a snooze, it's downright inconvenient when you're in mid roll on your back, scratching that itchy place ... Mind you, this posing stuff does have it's good points - plenty of bribery in the form of treats, although we feel it's about time the Madwoman got that last piece of liver bread out of the freezer and started dishing it out.

What's it all in aid of? We did think it might be because the Madwoman is working on a new dog book, but it turns out she's entering us in an online dog show. It's certainly a lot less stressful than going to a real one, so we suppose we should be grateful. If you would like your own Madperson to enter you, then jog over to http://www.sighthoundsonline.org.uk/ where you can check out the rules. It's all in a good cause, although we're hoping we don't win - we believe the prize is a portrait, which would no doubt mean yet more posing ...

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Roll 'em!



Lights! Wippitts! Camera! Action!


It's not true that we spend all our time napping (although we are pretty good at it) and to prove the point we thought we'd post an all-action clip. Careful not to blink though or you might miss it ... not because we're running like the wind (which we are also pretty good at) but because the Madwoman is a bit useless with the camera. We went slowly, to try and be helpful, but to be honest we think the Madwoman is probably beyond help. What we really need to show us at our best is a professional film crew. If you'd like to enlist our services, feel free to enquire, but remember our last post: we don't come for free, or even cheap. We might consider getting out of bed for ten thousand gravy bones a day though. Each.