Bentley
Went to my mom’s house after work this morning to help her clean her house. She is a serious neat freak, so needless to say I was not optimistic that I would clean up to her standards. Things went better than I expected and she tolerated me pestering her beloved dog, Bentley. By pestering I mean, trying to get the little guy to stand or sit still long enough for me to take a half way decent picture. He is a medium sized long hair dachshund who, by the way, greatly dislikes the hustle and bustle of housework, (my kind of dog).
I finally managed to get a picture of him as he was trying to avoid me.
So, in an effort to get him to quit avoiding me, I went back to ignoring him and cleaning things. Next thing I know he is posing like the little playboy that he is.
Hoerman's House 