Chet Baker, Supermodel

I have long suspected that Chet enjoys having his picture taken. (He'd better. He'd be one miserable pooch if he didn't.) I have also suspected that he deliberately strikes poses when I have my camera out. But both suspicions were confirmed this morning when, while alone in the kitchen, I turned on my camera to take some pictures of the bluebirds feeding just outside the window. My little Olympus C-730 makes a loud TaDAAA! when it's turned on or off. TaDAAA! went the camera. And Chet Baker leapt up from his snooze in the living room and trotted in, tags jingling, to pose. I am not making this up. He plopped down right in front of me and looked at me expectantly. It would be hard to read too much into those eyes.This pensive look would be good for my author photo. I will probably need a ghost writer. I pick you.