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The only honest angle for a dog is from chest height. From above, you're capturing the pet; from below, you're capturing its character.

Your plans were cancelled by the dog: she lay down first, meaning she's busy for the next hour. Tosya takes me out, not the other way around: the same lap around the park, but into the sunset, not into the phone. Trust is when she doesn't squirm out of your arms, but remains calm. She needs less than she thinks: a yard, grass, and half an hour by her side.

I put the bowl on the floor, and then she did something no one taught her. I'm still laughing.

She doesn't react to the music, but to the fact that I start moving. Strictly speaking, she's not the one dancing.

Shooting a dog statically is pointless: they don't pose, they exist. The shot always comes out on the first step.

She's not afraid of people at all. She's afraid of the vacuum cleaner, the hair dryer, and one particular bag.

She's dancing not to the music, but to the fact that I stood up. To be honest, she's not the choreographer here.