“As a Valentine’s gift for my husband, I would like you to photograph my seven week old baby girl.”
“Sure,” I said, “that poses no problem.”
“With my dogs.”
“Ah… Little dogs?”
“No, not so little.”
“Ah.” I reply, hating myself for sounding so inarticulate, but momentarily incapable of finding the appropriate words to describe the panic which now clearly overcomes me. Vivid images are streaming in front of my eyes. Ayer’s Rock. Meryl Streep. “The dingo’s got my baby!”
Turns out Nick the canine giant seemed much more interested in tasting the nanny. Thank goodness for small favors!
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