The Quiet Canine and the Muddy Photographer

The job, as it so often does, required me to become a creature of the night. Or at least, the very early morning. We had to meet before the sensible, day shift dogs were out, because Quinn, for all his Zen, apparently turned into a bit of a lad in the presence of his peers. He lost his mind, you see. It was like hiring a very quiet accountant and finding out he moonlights as a drummer for a heavy metal band.