I freaked out my dog Chloe this past summer by trying to take her portrait.
Naturally, since Mom bought her a pink Santa suit for the holidays, it was time for another portrait session. I got her in place in front of the tree and my mom held her there until I was ready, then quickly let go. I got myself in position, laying down on the floor on my belly, so that I could get a good angle.
I got one shot and then she ran on my back and settled in for a nap.
I tried again later and she kept running into my lap like a scared baby. Yes, I'm dissappointed that my dog doesn't love the camera like others of my loved ones, but I didn't try to train her as a model until much later in life, so I guess I can't blame her.