Jasmine, our black lab, is a dedicated tree-gazer.
I'd say squirrel-gazer, but the squirrel seems optional; at best, he's the catalyst that gets the whole process going. In this case, he (the squirrel) had long since lunged across our fence into the neighbor's yard, airborne, barking epithets.
Pepper, the beagle, isn't sold on the tree-watching enterprise. Here, above, she's clearly faking.
But never mind that Pepper's looking at the sky. Her chin is up, and that's what's important; she's got good form.
"Anyway, the Big Dog is stupid," Pepper thinks, not meaning to hurt Jasmine's feelings, but unconcerned if she does.
Truth is, Jasmine doesn't care what Pepper thinks. There is nothing in the world right now but Jasmine, the tree, and one barking, bastard squirrel. Eventually he will return.
Maybe this time, drunk and buttered.