Scooper knew he had one shot.
His big dream...a vision only he understood.
The light was fading and it was cold.
A perfect backdrop to his final flash.
There is something pure about the click.
It signifies your wish.
The manifestation of your eyes belief.
Art under the microscope.
Point-of-view left now to the masses.
Scooper took a breath and thanked his model.

He gathered his gear and called his agent, "It's finished Tad...my first book is complete."

"This is great," his agent shouted. "I can't believe I'm going to be the first person to publish a book by a dog...it is mind-blowing!"

"I'll get the prints to you at the end of the week." he said confidently.

Scooper, by now you can see, is no ordinary pooch.
Born in a lab and raised by scientists...
His gifts are beyond.
Some declared him an abomination...
Others proclaimed he was a present.
Mans best friend who could talk, think, and...