Photo Shoot

Our dog Fang has health issues that require a fair bit of care on our part. Happily, they are now resolving, and weekly visits to the veterinarian are no longer necessary. This is a mixed blessing, because although the visits are expensive, our vet is a charming person with a wicked sense of humour. We laugh more during an appointment than we do at any other time during the week.

Ron and I were discussing Fang's progress over lunch, and he suggested we email the vet some pictures.

"Of what?" I asked, mentally arranging shots and poses, and thinking of possible locations.

"Of me giving you a spanking," Ron replied, deadpan.

"What?" The sudden shift in subject threw me off guard. Dr. E was pretty broad-minded, but even so... Still thinking of photography and awkward angles, I smiled, shook my head and asked, "Who would take the pictures?"

Ron had an answer for that too, and suggested our distinguished neighbour. The mental picture of a corporate executive snapping pictures of my bottom to send to a medical professional had us both in fits of laughter.

It never occurred to me that Ron would ever consider taking pictures of us engaged in spanking, and here he was, suggesting it. Although I knew perfectly well he was joking and didn't really mean it, I was secretly pleased at how far we have come, and how comfortable we now are in talking about this thing we do.