Every so often I get the inkling to live life on the edge, throw caution in the wind, and invite the devil onto the dance floor for a spin. What craziness am I engaging in? Skydiving? Raw cantaloupe consumption? Sledding naked down a pile of semi-fermented sugar beets? Nah, I just try and take a picture of Tito.
Tito is not camera friendly. I cannot emphasize this enough. Even without the flash (which seems to be the target of his furry fury), taking his picture turns him into a snarling, angry beastie. He's charged at the camera pretty much every time I've ever tried to take his picture. But every other blue moon, when he's in a good mood, he'll let you snap one picture, maybe two, then his patience wears out and he tries to forcibly remove your hand at the wrist. This is why you never see very many pictures of Tito here on the fabulous Deaf Dogs and Benevolent Gnomes blog, it's just too dangerous of an endeavor to try to take his picture.
As I said though, every so often I get the urge to live life to its fullest and try to take his picture, and the other day I tried while he was sleeping.