My weiner dog
I rushed home from LaVita to brush my teeth and J was coming here to meet me. I had enough time to change my purse so I opted for my furry dachsund bag with the chain handle. When I got to the party – the dog Ansel – (a little too cute for a photographer’s dog name don’t you think?) – kind of smacks of an architect naming his dog Corbu – wait that did happen! – anyway Ansel couldn’t get over the bag and developed a love affair with it and followed me around gently grabbing the nose, a foot, whatever he could softly put his mouth around and he would gently tug trying to wrest the dog from my clutches. I finally had to put the dog up on the mantle when I was dancing because Ansel was – how shall I say – OBSESSED with my weiner dog.