I nearly called this post “The Fizz Show” she wants her own show.
Fizz has been missing from my last couple of posts. That is not because I am neglecting her, No I have been neglecting my camera.
The weather has been so terrible here that for the last couple of days I haven’t bothered taking my camera out with me. It is dark and raining with a constant gale force wind. So Fizz has had all of my attention. She didn’t mind.
I realise that most of my readers consider Fizz to be the leader of this team and see me as the side kick, I am not a jealous man, she hasn’t done anything particularly noteworthy just recently so I thought that tonight we could reflect back on what was her finest hour.
Cast your mind back to the end of March.
We had only just started going out together. I didn’t just grab her out of the garden when I arrived here. My landlord suggested that as I was out for several hours each day maybe I should take his dog along.
“What does she do?” I asked. “She is a trained nature detective dog and exactly what you need,” he replied.
It had been a very wet winter and quite frankly she looked a bit scruffy. I don’t normally hang out with scruffs, I’ve got an image to maintain. I decided to give it a go, I had nothing to lose.
At first it probably wasn’t great. She was the jealous sort and she ate everything that I tried to photograph. This isn’t good in a photographer/photographer’s assistant type of relationship.
When her moment came I knew exactly what was on her mind and tied her to a tree while I took the pictures.
“Col! Col! There’s something in the leaf litter.” We were walking down a country road and she almost dragged me across to the other side. She doesn’t really do drag, she is quite little. “What is it little Dog? Do you want me to follow you?”
I think that she wanted to make Moleburgers but I wasn’t up for that.
This is a wonderful little British mammal and we don’t get that much chance to look at these. You little photographers assistant you. (I would never have seen it without Fizz though)
I was really grateful to Fizz for finding me that little animal and she was made up. For the next few days she was seeing Moles everywhere. (but not real ones)
I guess that is what started our relationship.
I just really created this post because I know that there are some people who really like Fizz. She is fine she isn’t being neglected but right now it is really difficult to photograph anything.
I am a hippy and an anarchist. The way that I look symbolises my freedom. I am plainly nobody’s servant. My long grey hair and beard represent my independence. She is a scruff.
People do not look like their dogs 🙂