The dog came back from the garden. Shoot the creature's arrival properly.

Saturday, forty minutes of silence, then Biscuit returned from the flower bed as ninety percent mud and one hundred percent pleased. This gives that entrance the cinematography it deserves: same dog, same mud, same shameless grin — shot low and huge like the arrival of something from the deep, heavy drops mid-fall, one paw forward, doorway light behind him. My wife screamed twice: at the dog, then at the picture. Tweak: 'add the second dog in the doorway, clean and appalled.'