hit pic, december second, twenty twelve

Every year, we take the kids and Fluffy
And go to a photo studio to get Christmas portraits done
We get all gussied up
Scrub off a bit of the hillbilly
New outfits ‘n shoes
We brush our hair and everything!
But this year, with me just getting back from tour
And Diamond getting ANOTHER fucking dog while I was gone (you can read about her here – and yes, I’ll probably write about her again soon. Just wanted to wait to see if Fluffy ate her or not….you know, didn’t want to waste my time ‘n all that)
We decided, it would be easier (read; dude, fuck going to the mall with kids and 2 dogs on a Sunday in December. Yeah…nah.) to take the pics ourselves
At home
In our new ugly  Christmas sweaters….thank you Primark (note: I thought they were adorable, but I was outnumbered by my daughters, who ASSURED me, they were the perfect attire for a family-ugly-Christmas-sweater-photo. So there you go.)
I had my big girl camera
And the timer-picture-taker-thingy that google had given me a degree in operating….so we could all be in the shot at the same time
We were set.

And then….. 

Proving that you get what you pay for

PS – Diamond is ‘slightly’ out of shot
Trying to catch Fluffy as he ran outside
With Eva in his mouth

‘Tis the season!

sulky pup

Fluffy barks

Fluffy barks a lot

We have great neighbours who don’t complain. But seriously, the Fluffinator’s barking is ridonkulous

I yell at him. Diamond yells at him. Macaroni’s even started yelling at him

Then Magoo yells at all of us, for yelling at him

It’s just something that Great Pyrenees dogs do. We knew that when we got him. Especially at sunrise and sunset. Words cannot explain just how NOT fucking awesome it is, to have a 130 pound fur ball of booming bark-ness be your alarm clock. Before the FUCKING sun. Every FUCKING day.

We thought we could train it out of him. God how we’ve tried. And failed.

The older he gets – he just turned 3 – the more he’s barking. It’s like he’s so big now, he looks at us like, “what cha gonna do about it?” (I always imagine Fluff having the canine equivalent of a Tony Soprano accent)

And it’s driving us fucking mental

So today, I give you, the face of a dog that has just been fitted for his first bark collar

(he’s wearing it, but you just can’t see it under all that FUR)

Is it not THE best sulky face you’ve ever seen?

He’s not mad. He’s just got himself a big ol’ case of PMS right now

Barking makes him feel like a HE-MAN

He has the deepest, loudest bark on our street

Fluffy was, until today, boss-cocky of the big bark club

Can dogs have an identity crisis?

In an effort to try and cheer him up, Magoo stuck a bow on him

A pink bow

It was a nice thought – but I’m not sure  that it’s really helping him with his image issues