Dad’s always trying to take photos of us.
It doesn’t always work.
Especially with Betsy – she’s always lurking in the dark somewhere.
Sometimes he uses it for catching photographic evidence of our rampages. Or, well, Betsy’s rampages, anyway.
As for me – I don’t mind as long as he lets me sleep.
-Gus
Is that first picture Gus or a cow????
Cute fluffy toes!