Alright. I am a confirmed camera hound. Some would call me a media whore, but that would imply that I pander to the worldwide media machine, and that's simply not true. Look at these photos my hooman girl busted out of me. Whether being supremely annoyed by or wrasslin' with my sissy, Stella, I manage to find the camera and give it my best cheesey grin.
Okay. This one's not a grin so much as an expression of supreme boredom, but you get the idea.
I even manage to find the camera when it is partially obstructed by Stella's disproportionately large head.