Here he is, my boy, Hank.
I marvel at his strength. I don't want to meet a tiger sized Hank. Ok I don't want to meet a tiger.
He "sat" for me I think because the wind blowing stuff around outside as very interesting. Or he just thought it was fun watching me crawl around on the floor trying to get a shot of his face.
I was thinking, YES, my pet finally benefited from the pet photography class I took. Hank looked at me and I swear I could read his mind... Why, yes. Yes, I have.