As you can see, I have this hound dog named Stormy, but she goes by lots of other names.

This old hound hangs out with me and my wife, the Original Bean, who took the picture.

In this one, we're along the South Fork of the Merced River near Yosemite, in early April, 1995.

The reason that Stormy's on a leash in this snap is because the river is so far down there, which you really can't tell on the picture owing to depth-of-field issues, and I was afraid that maybe she'd slip down the cliff in her exuberance.

She does some screwy things from time to time, which is why I occasionally have to yell after her.