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Took the dogs for a walk along the beach at Crissy Field this afternoon.

Took the dogs for a walk along the beach at Crissy Field this afternoon.

Thank you, The Internet, for making it possible for me to see my dogs when we're three time-zones apart. And confuse them by calling their names.

Shortly before falling into the cold river and having to try and scramble back to shore.

Jess's basset, Bentley.

Basset-ears at maximum flap.

A long sliver of spittle hangs from the mouth of Clyde as I play with my new camera.

Two bassets and a squeaky toy enter...

Clyde imploring me to stop taking photos of him. (Since my class yesterday, I've fired off over 100 shots of him -- these were the only two worth sharing!)

Clyde hamming it up for the camera.

Clyde chows down on a tasty, tasty beef bone, left over from Christmas dinner's prime rib.

Clyde getting his shake on in the chilly snowbank.

Action shot of Bacon barking his little doggy head off.

It's challenging when there's 8" of snow on the ground, but your legs are only 7" long.

Clyde has also found the new tastiest snack ever -- Snow. He bloody loves eating it. So long as he sticks to the white stuff, we're happy for him.

We won this dog bed in a raffle at a basset rescue event last year, but Bacon never really took to it.

Now Clyde has discovered it and has made it his; Despite the fact that he barely fits without hanging over the edges.

...and someone else decides to make himself comfortable.

With the pups.