Clem
Lil' Bit
 Lil' Bit  Timus  Ernie  Wiggles  Gus  Jeb  Earl and Milo  Earl | On a sunny Palm Sunday afternoon Lil’ Bit was simply snoozing in his hammock on the porch. I decided that it was time to strike. The sleepy feline at first didn’t have the reaction time to fight off the bunny hat. His expression showed his extreme irritation. He managed to remove the rabbit ears and scratch me in the process. I believed it was his version of karma. On a sunny Palm Sunday afternoon Lil’ Bit was simply snoozing in his hammock on the porch. I decided that it was time to strike. The sleepy feline at first didn’t have the reaction time to fight off the bunny hat. His expression showed his extreme irritation. He managed to remove the rabbit ears and scratch me in the process. I believed it was his version of karma. He wasn’t the only cat who was forced to wear the rabbit hat. Wiggles displayed obvious discontent. Ernie huddled in despair until the fuzzy white cap. Timus, however, won for the most dramatic performance by a feline. He was very convincing and mortified. The canines were an exercise in patience and conniving. Originally, no headgear was present when I tried to get them to pose in front of some blooming daffodils. None of those photos turned out. It was hard to get them to sit beside the flowers and not on them. I knew I was going to have difficulty with the bunny ears even before the camera was out. Jeb saw the Easter items and worked hard to abscond with them early on. In some perfect universe, I would have been able to get all three dogs to pose together. This was not a perfect universe. Separation was needed since Jeb attempted to de-ear the other dogs. Clem, of course, was a professional poser. He took his torture with grace. Gus tried to use puppy eyes and pouting to preempt his humiliation. He got a sad look whenever anything is placed upon his head. He headed toward me to use me to rub off any offending headwear. I managed a couple of shots walking backward to try to get Gus in focus. The photos of Jeb required lighting fast shutter speeds and reflexes. The ears were on, then off, then on and then off again. Goats, Milo and Earl, wanted absolutely nothing to do with the rabbit ears. Even the power of corn wasn’t effective. They were on the run every time the fuzzy decorations were presented. The best effort was to sprinkle goat treats around an Easter basket. A strategically placed bucket of corn did result in an alright photo with some daffodils. All Applegate critters gave sighs of relief as the ears were put away for the year. However, that contentment was short-lived. I obtained a new torture device in my arsenal of weapons of humiliation and agitation. It was a battery-operated bubble making machine. The first activation of the device was met with some curiosity. The first photoshoot was rather unsuccessful. Jeb tried to eat the bubbles. |
Clem and Gus just wanted to step out of the way. Earl fled the scene.
I waited and gave them some reprieve before trying again. However, they are never completely safe from my dogged determination for costumed critters. That’s just the nature of things ‘round here.
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