Tail wags, readers - it's me, Stormy. I loved reading all of your comments yesterday on our Wordless Wednesday post. Many of you hit the nail on the head about what was really going on - I was giving Zim orders. You see... Mom wanted to get some pictures of us "sitting nicely together". Ha roo roo roo. Like that's going to happen unless I want it to! Zim started to cooperate - he can't help it: he loves the camera and knows how to work it. But I told him this wasn't the time. Here's a little glimpse behind the scenes...
Don't do it, Zim! Don't look at the camera!
Then Mom asked nicely. So ... sure ... I'll look at the camera. How's this pose?
Fine... I'll look at the camera...!
That's my grumpy face; pretty good, isn't it? Thanks; I've worked hard on it. Oh, but then I saw something across the street:
Fortunately, Zim was looking the other way, so it wasn't what Mom was going for. Even so, it was more than I'd planned to give her, so I decided to jump Zim:
We had fun rolling around on the grass, doing the "arr-arr"s, and jumping on each other.
And then... he had to do it! He... he looked straight into the camera!
Hey, Mom! How's this? Going for the blue-eyed side?
Ha roo roo roo! Oh, we had such a great time! Even if he didn't quite follow my orders completely. That's half the fun of it, though.