This was this week.
I worked straight to get these 6 shots, so many barking, eager dogs hoping for their own turn. Counting the numbers on the kennels-135, 147, 170-walking past so many more. I know not to poke my fingers in, to scratch a nose or console. There are just too many and time is of the essence. I remind them and me that this picture will get them out. That this is their shot at freedom. I take them out, for ten or fifteen, they get some air, then I take them back in. Some go willingly, like these first two, and some drop their butts to the ground and resist. I pull and push, I tell them it's OK. Then I get smart and give them a moment to think. That worked pretty good. To go in in their own time. Everything in its own time.