Why is that when Drake the Dog decides to photobomb my outfit shoots he always has to either be showing the camera his bum or, when he’s feeling really classy, relieving himself? Or both. I tell you he’s one classy guy that dog. In fact I’m surrounded by nothing but class:
The dog that relieves himself in front of the camera, the husband who’s teaching our daughter to belch, and the baby girl who thinks her farts are hilarious! *yes, Daddy taught her that one too*