The Trials and Tribulations of a Stage (Calendar) Doodle Mom!!

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Last Sunday started off like any ordinary Sunday.  My husband watched his favorite morning show, CBS Sunday Morning, and I tried to refrain from talking and breathing too loudly for fear he would miss one word of the show.  At one point, he was holding Fudge and cuddling with her and when she jumped down to greet me, Vern immediately took her place in his lap on his recliner chair.

Two dogs playing musical chairs on his lap during his show did not seem to bother him at all, but when the microwave timer went off to let me know my oatmeal was done, he reacted as if I had yelled into a megaphone, “CAN WE TALK?”  To each his own, I guess, but personally I don’t want to start a beautiful day out by watching a show with depressing segments about Glen Campbell having Alzheimer’s or a grief stricken widower painting his entire town to help ease the loss of his wife.  I don’t need to hear my own husband say he would paint the town red, too, if I died and say it with a big ol’ smile on his face.  No, I much prefer to live in my protected, imaginary cocoon where my husband woos me every night and I look like Heidi Klum.  Give me a mindless sitcom, a show about what you shouldn’t be wearing, or a husband who is less inclined to break out into spontaneous laughter every time I say, “If I go first,” and I would be happy. I get enough of real life with my 86 year old mom, who recently told me this after she joined Weight Watchers, “I know I say all the time I am ready to die, but I just want to make sure I look good when I finally go.”  

 

When the show ended, I asked my daughter if she would like to join her dad and the dogs and me for our morning walk and take some pictures for the Doodle calendar.  Of course, she was thrilled to be invited and right away said no, so I rephrased the question in a way that I knew would assure me of a more positive response.  I asked her if anyone who lived in the house and didn’t pay rent would like to continue living in the house rent free and if so, would that person also like to take some pictures for a Doodle calendar?  It was amazing how quickly she changed her mind and realized she really did want to take those pictures.   I think her exact words were, “I hate that stupid calendar.”   You really do catch more photographers flies with threats honey.

 

I had high hopes when we left for the park.  Vern was looking pretty good from being groomed on Friday.  Nothing living or dead was hanging off his body and Fudge was her usual beautiful self.  The photographer had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to take some awesome photos of my dogs or find herself living on the streets and my husband seemed alert and focused and I could tell he was behind me all the way by the way he said, “what calendar do you keep talking about?”  The first problem started when I selected our location straight up the top of a hill and was half way up when I heard my husband yell for a poop bag.  It seemed one of the female models had taken a potty break and my husband, aka Mr. Always Prepared, had no bags, so down the hill I went to hand him the bag.  Back up the hill I went where the photographer was already setting up and scouting the perfect spot for the perfect photo.  Everything was falling into place nicely.

 

The first problem started when we had both dogs sit on a stone ledge, but Fudge would not look at the camera.  No amount of cajoling, clapping, whistling, threats, or false promises made that dog turn her head.  If we went to the other side, she turned her head the opposite way. 

Have we ever thought about a backwards Doodle Calendar?

I tried offering the photographer some helpful tips, “you need to do something to get her to turn her head, “ and she in turn said maybe I could start rolling down the hill and as I picked up speed on my descent yell, “Fudge look at me!”  When I asked her how I was supposed to stop myself at the end of the hill, she just smiled and said, “aim for a tree.”

We weren’t accomplishing anything with our cheerful banter, so we regrouped and had them sit on a wooden bench. Fudge seemed to prefer the bench to the stone wall, but then the photographer shrieked and yelled, “Yuck, Vern’s thingy is out!”

Now, I am not a veterinarian, but I was pretty sure Vern’s thingy was not his tongue and when I glanced at Vern’s nether regions I could see the photographer was correct in her assessment.   My dogs are not the best-trained dogs in the world, but they do know some commands, but unfortunately, “look at the stupid camera,” and “put your thingy back in the holster,” are not two that we have worked on recently.  I could just hear the photography group’s critique, “you can’t see Fudge’s eyes and have you tried using the red eye reduction tool in other areas on Vern?”

 

We didn’t get any good pictures today despite many attempts.  No, the models seemed to be purposely working together to thwart all attempts at success. 

 Vern, whatever you do, don't look at the camera!  Either that, or move your paw and show them what you've got!

We quit soon after the male model had his version of a wardrobe malfunction and my husband yelled, “that’s my boy!” I knew unless the Doodle calendar was going in a whole new direction we didn’t stand a chance with the photos we shot today.  Oh well, we have plenty of time and the photographer isn’t going anywhere.

[Deanna & Desi & Cori]

Duh!!  Of course F & V are not going to be cooperative.  After all, they are now published outside of the DK world, so being featured in the calendar is no longer the ultimate honor.  

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

I will continue to stand by blogs :) 

[F, Calla & Luca]

Oh how you hate to hear the truth which I have a hard time suppressing.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

F, You just had to throw that discussion/blog thing in, didn't you?

[F, Calla & Luca]

Gosh my typing is awful but this is a fun blog. If only it were a discussion I could correct my mistakes.

[F, Calla & Luca]

Darn, I keep working on the perfect part. But yu do know I notice : ) Anyway, if you did intend to suggest me for the cover I ust decline. I am not a doodle nor do I have one, well, I have two but you know what I mean, that is to say I don't have three : )

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

F, LOL...you know I did go back and look at my comment before I posted it and almost changed her to Fudge and thought no one would notice :) I did not notice your precise grammar, but I did notice an extra word in this line It seems to be me you to whom....aha, nobody is perfect, after all :)

Donna, I loved the Australian reference and the Stewpid on a stick....LOL!! My male assistant can pluck my nerves, too. I feel your pain :) I like your idea about working together to get MY our doodles on the calendar!  I am sure you are going to get some awesome pictures of Quincy!!

[F, Calla & Luca]

@Donna, what a sky!!! Beautiful. And I love your reference to it being a doodle calendar! What wit.

[F, Calla & Luca]

@ Laurie, thank you so much for asking about me for the front of the calendar. It seems to be me you to whom you referred. Notice my precise grammar.

[F, Calla & Luca]

@ Pat, BTW, how did you find that discussion?