I'll be honest: Chop was the hardest photographic subject I've ever had to work with. At first, he wouldn't even follow me without nipping off for a piss on someone's leg, so I had to download the frigging iFruit app to train him. Once I'd got him trained via a series of tedious minigames, he wouldn't even sit down, beg or give paw for long enough for me to get my camera phone out and photograph him. Hours wasted. I later discovered that Rockstar Social Club saves these images at a piddlingly small size, so despite spending thousands of man hours on creating a stunning game world, they give you tiny, rubbish images to work with.
All the while, that stupid fucking dog was still misbehving. I eventually resorted to lobbing the brainless little fleabag's ball close to things I'd like him to be photographed with, in a frustrating comedy of errors that resulted in the prick getting run over. Good. I'm glad he's dead.
In memory of Chop: a wild idiot who, in life, brought me untold grief and, in death, made me very happy.
Goodbye Chop. Goodbye forever. I hate you.