Unless he's sleeping, Bodhi is terribly difficult to take decent photos of, because he doesn't really understand "stay" and he seems to constantly stand beside or behind me. I move, he moves. The one trick that works is holding a treat above his head – until he jumps up and snatches it from my fingertips.
It's so strange to think that he used to be somebody else's dog. Once in a blue moon, I'll call him by his old name – Otis – to see if he remembers. But he doesn't. He only turns to look at me when I say Bodhi.
