My brother-in-law and his family have a bulldog.
His name is Larry.
And despite the fact that he is ginormous and looks like a fat 95 year old man, Larry is just a puppy.
And sometimes, when my brother-in-law and his family go away for the weekend, Larry comes to visit.
Larry really has no business being on the ranch. He’s physique is much better suited from couch lounging, nap taking and watching life happen from the house-side of a window.
But don’t tell Larry that.
Because Larry don’t care.
Larry does what he wants.
(I know this, because when I try to get him to do what he doesn’t want to do, he locks up his legs and makes like a 100 pound bolder, literally refusing to move. Larry knows that he’s heavy as hell. Larry’s not as dumb as he looks.)
Yup. This is Larry.
And I call this photographic series of glamours shots, “Larry on the Prairie.”
You’re welcome world. You’re welcome.