I had to take a moment to pause the day's Thanksgiving festivities (cocktail recipe coming soon!) to share this photo with you. My family has a new dog and his name is Hooter. I've yet to meet the mongrel but my dad already refers to him as my little brother. We Daileys take our dogs VERY seriously.
Anyway, it snowed back home (in Oregon) this week and my dad snapped this photo on his iPhone (and trust me, other than the errant and ALWAYS uncalled for white vignette, my dad knows nothing of Photoshop so you can trust the fidelity of this image). It's just too good. By the looks of it, Hoot is fixing to take over the world using methods not exactly sanctioned by our benevolent governments and powers that be.
I just hope if I pet him enough this Christmas, he'll take me on as his diabolical right hand (wo)man instead of zapping me into pink mist.