Do Pet Shops Sell Beer?

A couple of months ago, I came across these outfits and my brain's light bulb suddenly emitted a dim light and dull buzzing sound – professional photos of Luna and Emilia together would be brilliant!  (perhaps I failed to mention the low-wattage of said light bulb.)  I mean, seriously, how difficult could it be to get a 9-month old puppy, sporting clothing nonetheless, and 4-month old baby to sit perfectly still and look cute for the camera?  (This is a rhetorical question, right?) 

Needless to say, we’ve had trouble finding photographers willing to take pictures of babies and pets together.  (I couldn’t fathom why!)  Well luckily enough, the pet store down the street had a photographer come in a couple of weekends ago… professional background… the whole nine yards.  As predicted, Emilia was a perfect angel and months of plying Luna with an absurd amount of treats and praise after responding to a command paid off!  (That layer of sarcasm is finally dry, time for another coat.)

After strategically taking the first appointment following a 1.5 hour gap, we punctually show up with a well-fed, napping baby and a well-exercised dog.  (Man, we are so on top of things… *high five*)  Too good to be true, right?  Well we unsuspectingly walk in the pet store to find the photographer’s computer crashed and the 1.5 hour gap has now become obsolete. *commence ticking time bomb*  15 minutes becomes 30, 30 minutes becomes an hour. 

By this point, an exhausted Luna has found her second wind and taken on the role of bird pecking at shiny objects, while Emilia could be summed up with the phrase “the beast has arisen”.  So as Jeremy burns out his arms bouncing Emilia in the lead-weighted car seat carrier, I’m chasing a leashed Luna around the store after she conveniently finds the bulk bins of every dog treat in creation, clothes lining all those in her way.  But before the last remaining ounce of sanity could kick in and convince us to pack it in, it was finally our turn...    

Then clouds suddenly parted and angels began to sing, because Emilia was in a grand ol’ mood.  *cue the rustling of the canvas backdrop by a store employee*  Luna, on the other hand, was petrified by the sudden movement of the canvas backdrop and there was no amount of bacon-flavored shoe leather that was going to get her to sit anywhere near it.  So as Jeremy and I pull out every tactic imaginable to coax Luna into posing for a picture, Emilia is just sitting there smiling and cooing away.  Let me take a moment here to emphasize sitting, as in sitting up on her own for the first time ever.  Never mind the fact that she’s on a white canvas backdrop with a professional photographer, camera at the ready.  Consumed by the canine circus act, she was already mid-face plant before our synapses managed to connect at what was transpiring. 

A whopping three pictures, one tortured dog, and a "better them than us" audience later, it became obvious that this effort was futile.  In a moment of pity, the photographer offered to take photos of just the baby (sweet, we may be able to salvage this after all), yet just as we were setting her down *bleeeeh*, Emilia proceeded to spew all over herself and the photographer's canvas... 

Do pet shops sell beer?



Baby in dog bed, dog in clothes.

We've already started setting aside therapy funds.





I'm preventing Luna from running off

while Jeremy is ensuring the baby doesn't eat it when she does...

great family photo!