Let me give you the story of Kalle Ransell, photographer at Svenska Dagbladet (Swedish Daily):
"In 1913, Dagbladet arranged its first relay race. In one of the teams, the victorious one, was a certain Kalle Ransell. He was interested in amateur photography and after the race he took a few photos of his mates. He asked one of the newspaper´s staffmembers, the draughtsman Eneroth, if he could get his film developed at the newspaper´s lab. So he could. The next day he saw his pictures published in the paper. Flattered, he asked how much he owed.
"Owe?" said Eneroth. "Write us a bill for 60 crowns."
Photo by Wilhelm Lamm, from the sidelines, moments before the Mucky incident.
One part of the Kalle Ransell method was the dachshund Mucky. When Poincaré in July 1914 came ashore on the Logården stairs, the photographers had, per usual, been assigned to stand in the crowd along the red carpet, and policemen with sabres and helmets made sure the representatives of the press kept their distance. But when the King and the President started walking up the carpet, their route was suddenly blocked by Kalle and Mucky. The dog looked up at all the astonished faces with his innocent velvety-brown eyes, and that´s all Kalle needed to get the picture he wanted.
Velvety-eyed dachshund, unrelated to Mucky.
His reckless charm, cheek, energy and straigh-forwardness set the fashion in photo journalism during the war years and the interwar period. It happened that young journalists were given the advice: just tag along with Ransell, and you´ll be all right."
* And the translation is all my own, as usual. Quick and dirty.