i wonder what dogs really think of pictures, if they happen to think of pictures at all. 
when i say, you wanna take a picture?, they start toward the picture place, 
but i have to mold them into position. 
today i asked comet while hilde was snuffling crumbs in the kitchen,  
should we do a picture? and he went down the hall and got his horse.  
hilde usually looks so beleaguered, generally turning toward the window, 
like a prisoner seeking light. 
oh, yes, the pointer's are back, and so, am i.