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professional education | mixed feelings

we're off tomorrow for a few days in las vegas.

nope, not what you're probably thinking.
it's low on our list of preferred getaways - we do neither heavy drinking nor gambling. nor are we big on ginormous gatherings.

however, this annual convention - for 10,000 portrait and wedding photographers - gives us a great opportunities to hear a few inspirational speakers, see all the latest and greatest goodies to tempt our clients, get a little education ... and oh yes, re-charge.

about every other year, we avoid attending, preferring to spend weekends on client sessions. but we realize we make some invaluable connections toward business development - both giving and receiving.

we've avoided the rigors of being featured speakers thus far, tho we suspect it won't be long. with our 70+ years of combined photographic experience and our inordinately trusting relationships with our very special clients, we're pretty sure it's only a matter of time before we give in and agree to share some of our 'trade secrets to success.' *wink*

in the meantime, we'll do what we do best - experience the experience of the experience. and try to avoid the dreaded cigarette smoke.


here's where we'll be - 
http://www.wppionline.com/

we'll be reporting back shortly ...

Cheers!

Cats & Dogts | diaries

Currently circulating the Web, this is such a perfect microcosm of the WizWog household. We're unable to attribute the original - but the images are all ours!

Dog Diary
8:00am - Dog food - my favorite thing!
9:30am - A car ride - my favorite thing!
9:40am - A run on the beach- my favorite thing!



10:30am - Getting rubbed and petted - my favorite thing!
12:00 noon - Lunch - my favorite thing!
1:00pm - Running & playing fatch the ball in the park - my favorite thing!

3:00pm - Nap and snuggle in the Big White Chair - my favorite thing!

5:00pm - Walk, dinner and MilkBone treats - my favorite thing!
8:00pm - Watching TV on dad's lap - my favorite thing!
11:00pm - Sleeping on my own rug next to dad's side of the bed - my favorite thing!

Cat Diary
Day 983 of our captivity.

Our captors continue to taunt us shooting bizarre paper balls.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and we are canned hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although we make our comtempt for certain rations perfectly clear, we nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up our strength.



The only thing that keeps us going is our dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, we frequently vomit on the carpet.
Today one of decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body in the kitchen.
The other one of us retrieved a captured bird, live, into our bedroom - then released it to flap pittifully into the windows.

We had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what we are capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunters" we are. Clearly clueless.


There is some sort of assembly of their accomplices this weekend. We were placed in solitary confinement at what they call The Kitty Spa for the duration of their recent trip. However, before we left, we could hear the noises and see the packing. We overheard that our confinement was due to the power of others' homes and 'allergies.' We must learn what this means and how to use it to our advantage.

Today we were almost successful in our attempt to assassinate one of our tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. We must try this again tomorrow - but start at the top of the stairs.

We are convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. Instead of being locked in confinement at night, she is invited to sleep in our tormentors' bedroom. She is obviously retarded.

The bird must be an informant. We observe him communicating with the guards regularly. We are certain that he reports our every move. Our captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now ...