This is my friend Eric's dog, Bear.
I have known Eric for nigh 20 years, and in that time he has gone from being a really loud kid who consistently failed to get a haircut to being a really loud adult who dresses his dog in camouflage wetsuits and then takes pictures of it to send to friends.
In fairness, the taxonomically confused dog named Bear was dressed in a wetsuit because it is her job to jump into cold water and fetch ducks that Eric has shot. On this particular day, Eric was feeling a tremendous sense of pride because Bear had actually done what she was supposed to do.
From the few conversations about hunting dogs in which I have managed to stay awake, I have learned that getting a dog to go into the water and fetch the bird you have just shot is no end of trouble. And sometimes, no matter what you do, to literalize a Clinton metaphor, that dog won't hunt.
Nevertheless, that does not change the fact that he took a picture of his dog and sent it to me.
"It's not like it's a Christmas sweater," Eric protested.
Yeah, whatever. He took two pictures, actually -- the one you see here, and this one, which is the sort of ideal scene you would expect to see portrayed on a wall mural in a Northern Minnesota bar.
I also love that the wetsuit is camouflage. As if that is going to fool the ducks:
"Hey guys -- is that a dog swimming over here?"
"Nah, it's just heavy panting foliage with teeth."