Here's what happened:
I got the camera out after calling and making the euthanasia appointment with the vets. They were due in a couple of hours. I hardly left Pepper's side that morning and just lay with her.
Our dear dog, Jazz - not to be outdone (as it is with all little sisters, no?) and being true to photo-bombing form - muscled in on the very last photos I was taking of Pepper just before the vets arrived at home.
She couldn't help herself. Take this photo below, for example:
All very innocent, very cute. Right? Hmmmm. Let me now put it into context for you:
Lucky she is a funny, cute little shit or I would have been right upset.
Thanks for the comedy relief, Jazz, you narc!