“groovy mother...”

(You might need to turn up your volume on this one)

Another test video. As I was playing around with my Zi6, filming the dogs, a sudden shout from the bedroom distracts Clyde.

Clyde was taking a leak, then decided he needed to sniff something across the sidewalk. Sadly, he's old, so stopping wasn't an option, thus this attractive lumbering pattern.

If you're trying to sleep, but it's bright out, you've got your own built-in eyemask.

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.

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.

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.