For better or worse I know my veterinarian and all the people in his office very well. Life in a multi-pet household means regular visits for routine and not-so-routine issues. Last week I was in twice, just to pick up a refill and then again for something I forgot. It is like visiting family and one of the biggest personalities in the office is Penny, the chihuahua that belongs to one of the vet techs. She comes in wearing a darling sweater and has free run of the office to tell off the bigger dogs if they get a little too interested in her as a delicious morsel. One of her favorite things to do is to cuddle up to a bigger dog that is under anesthesia to keep warm and to watch over them during surgery.
When I went in there wasn't a patient on the surgical table but Penny was happy to perch there where no one could miss her as they walked by. A few weeks ago when I picked up Dawson from his neuter Penny felt neglected so she walked right in front of us. Dawson, you have to understand, is a greyhound less than two years old who weighs about seventy pounds, probably almost twenty times what Penny weighs. Nevertheless she wanted attention and when he went to sniff her she let out a low growl which he responded to with a big sloppy kiss. That took the wind out of her sails and she allowed us by after I gave her a quick pat on the head.
Canon 1D Mark IV, Canon 16-35/f2.8L Mark II
16mm, f2.8, 1/160 sec @ 320 ISO