...and release...

Upon my return home, my disreputable hound was taking her turn at being tense, strutting around, shaking her head to tell me "NO!" and being, well, energetic.

Now, an hour or so later, she's tucked her snout under her back leg and drifted off into dreams, undoubtedly full of these. Now we have calm.

This is Lilly's ball. She found it today. It is her life, her love, her everything. And when I've finished playing with off camera flash, I'll be putting it out. Mean old man that I am...

Edit - alternative shot...