Allow me to introduce to you, an Italian Greyhound puppy by the name of Macy.
Truth be told she gave me the money shot right here in this first photo snapped and I could have refrained from taking the subsequent 250 shots...
Oh, she would have been a much happier puppy but it's my duty to push people and dogs to the point of discomfort and rage...in the name of Street Photography:
10 minutes later in the blistering sun...look at the naive little princess, thinking that by looking away I'd take the hint...what hint? thought the photographer:
20 minutes later and for a full 10 minutes she stared up at the sun (which in dog speak is "fuck you"). Note the eyeballs melting:
30 minutes later, to the tune of my incessant high energy encouragements such as "Come on, show us one more good shot, huh? We've almost got it, cutie! Let's see that smile and winning attitude! Isn't this fun?!" she tried leaping in front of a taxi in the midst of a high speed chase:
With the sun nearly set, she finally resigned to the power and calling of the aforementioned Street Photography and slumped her ears and body downwards (which in dog speak is "I once was alive. Now I am dead.")