Work, work, work. That boss man is a slave driver.

He is working on a photo project where he wants to capture animals in motion. Of course I feel like it is my duty as a loving, respectful dog to help him out so I agreed to pose for him last night. I didn't really know what I was getting into when he plucked me from my comfy spot on the couch but before long he was throwing cookies past my head. If not for my lighting fast reflexes I probably wouldn't have gotten a single bite to eat. I'm all for supporting the arts and all but next time he needs my help I think I'll suggest that he use the soft treats just in case.