My lovely daughter Julia got a new camera for her fourth birthday. It replaces the camera we had given her previously, a lovely Nikon point-and-shoot whose shutter never completely opens. (It created arty little Lomo-esque shots, mostly of her feet, her brother and various toy animals.)
Grammy wisely eschewed the bulky cameras-for-kids that V-Tech and Fisher Price produces and picked up a purple low-end dimestore point-and-shoot for Julia. It is one of those ubiquitous no-name brands. It was also cheaper, with higher resolution, than the for-kids models and has an essential LCD screen, which I believe all the for-kids cameras lack.
Of course, as soon as she got it, she wanted to take pictures of puppies. She’s a puppy-lovin’ freak, my girl. Fortunately, we live in a puppy-lovin’ town, so I told her that we’ll take pictures of the puppies of Jenkintown, our wee burg, and once we get a satisfactory amount of snapshots, we’ll make a book.
Last night was our first real Nice Walk of Spring (thanks to the rains), so she brought her camera along, of course. We had a late start, so we didn’t catch the height of the parade of perambulating pups. Our first subject was Tank, who belonged to the nice lady who runs Julia’s pre-school. Tank, a little older now, was a shelter rescue at about a year. She’s a Chihuahua/Corgi mix and was thought to have been abused. She’s sweet enough, but doesn’t like strange men, hats or hoods. 
A little further up Greenwood, we ran into Shadow and his patient owner. Shadow is part black lab and part Giant Schnauzer.
Later, as we headed back from the post office, we passed Bailey, an enormous beast of a Golden Retriever. According to his owner, Bailey just dropped ten pounds. I’m fairly certain he meant that the dog was a on a diet as he didn’t have the tell-tale baggy with him.
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