BraDog
Or, the things we do for the ones we love...
My mama has a problem...I mean, a real. serious. problem...
I mean the kind of problem everyone knows is there, but no one wants to be the person who acknowledges its existence...
Started with her new phone...innocent pictures, at first--capturing a cute moment, an impromptu play session...quickly evolved into what some may say borders on obsession...
Slideshows...she loves the making of Labradorable-centric slideshows...will it ever end..? For the sake of what some may call entertainment value, I have been propped up on my two back pedals and danced with, coaxed into human clothes with promises of cookies, strapped into various seasonal costumes...
And then, the "creative process" begins...the hours of searching for just the right music, transition themes...if it wasn't for the absent minded tummy rubs that seem to accompany this process, well, I just don't know....
To further illustrate my point, I have included, below, one of the first--and most embarassing--videos of the series...
Entitled simply, BraDog , I share it with you and suffer the embarassment--as does my brother diesel--in the hopes that this cry for help will be answered...slideshow making apps, feel our shame, because your shame will come...so, without further ado, may I present, BraDog. ..
