I can't remember the last time my human took pictures of me with Nikon so I was superexcited when she picked up her camera bag this morning and said the magic words:
C'com Pug, let's go take some pictures.
She's still kinda broken so I knew we wouldn't be going on any sort of adventure. But I was still kinda confused when we walked across the street and stood next to a pole.
ME: like this?
HUMAN: just like that.
A few clicks, one tiny little cookie and we were done. It seemed kinda weird, even for my human. So I asked why she wanted a picture of me and some pole. She picked me up so I could see what was going on at human-level.
There were some flowers:
And a little sign:
Then it all made sense. People were using the pole to remember a girl named Emily Dunn who died crossing our street this time last year. We didn't know Emily, but it was still a supersad day. People stuck flowers and pictures and notes to the pole for a long time after it happened. After awhile Emily's pole went back to being just a pole.
You'd think seeing the pole full of Emily again would make me feel sad, but seeing her all remembered like that made me all warm and fuzzy. So on the way back to our house I asked my human if she could take one last picture. She said there weren't any cookies left, but I didn't care.