But you see, somehow Bruno got wind of my plans. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to scheduled himself a trip to San Francisco under the protective arms of his grandfather on the day I planned to do this photo shoot. Rats!
So I did what I could do...tortured the rest of the dogs. Only, as usual, Carmela was *not* having it. I'm used to it!
"Are you sure this hat makes me
look handsome?" asks Gino.

Yes, you look extraordinarily handsome. Now, get back on that blanket and lay down so I can get my shot!
look handsome?" asks Gino.

Yes, you look extraordinarily handsome. Now, get back on that blanket and lay down so I can get my shot!
"Um. . . is Bruno underneath
the hat?" asks Carmela.

"This is taking way too damn long.
More cookies. NOW!" demands Vinnie.
"Bruno? Are you under there,
meat head?" asks Carmela.
More cookies. NOW!" demands Vinnie.
"Bruno? Are you under there,
meat head?" asks Carmela.

"I don't think this hat is for me," says Gino.
"I really need something that will bring
out the structure in my face."
"I really need something that will bring
out the structure in my face."

Your face is flat, for Godsake's! YOU LOOK FINE. Now stop blocking Carmela and lay your pug butt down on that blanket so we can finish!
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Where did Gino go??
"He said something about
a wardrobe change, " informs Carmela.
a wardrobe change, " informs Carmela.

"There!
That's better!
Now I'm smokin'!" exclaims Gino.
That's better!
Now I'm smokin'!" exclaims Gino.
