I don't know why dogs hate me. Maybe they think I am one big chew toy for their amusement, or maybe they smell the lingering remains of bacon (mmm, bacon!) on my breath- but every dog I meet has one thought on his microscopic mind; they want to meat me.
So imagine my surprise when shooting the pet of the week for this week's Our Town section I am told it will be a pit bull. A two-year-old female pit bull will be the next lucky dog to have a chance of ripping my intestines out. The pit bull named Gerdy had that hungry look as soon as she saw me, like polar bear when it spies a baby seal on the ice. Just act natural, it should be fine I think. Yeah sure.
So bad sign #1, the pit bull starts sniffing my shoes, and I think it has a bottle of ketchup...
Bad sign #2, it starts sniffing around my crotch, now this is getting serious....
Bad sign #3 is the image in my viewfinder- it is just one giant snout and a bit of paw....dang it moved fast! There was a sickening thud as bone meets lens hood. That's the only good thing a Canon lens hood is good for, fending off hungry pit bulls.
I kind of like this shot, the pit bull has that dazed look after the encounter with my camera. I know exactly what it is thinking too- "WTF!, where did the camera come from? Man that was my only chance for a tubby photographer sandwich!"
But there were no hard feeling, I said goodbye and Gerdy gave me a friendly goodbye wave on the way back to her kennel.
Yeah, I'm living the dream at work.