…in the making of this video. I’m afraid I don’t have any production shots that show the smoke and mirrors — or, to be precise, green screen and owner crouching under a table and cradling her dog’s butt — but trust me. Unlike the videographers of Open Lens Productions who set up large, hot lights and schlepped heavy props around my house, Frankie was perfectly comfortable. In fact, he seemed kind of bored by the proceedings. So don’t worry if he looks blase. It’s just existential (dogsistential?) ennui, not drugs.
And so the adventure begins.