Hudson being good (and by “being good” I mean standing around lazily, which is the running definition of “good” these days).

…then I threw the frisbee over the fence.

Yawn

Not pictured: Hudson diving over this ledge in a mad dash to the icy river.

Hudson trying to look innocent. He’s not.

Hudson exploring a frozen stream, which is really far too sterile and boring to be of much interest to him. Nothing to eat.

Upside down.

Floor dog

Hudson’s out.

Hudson’s ears haven’t yet decided upon a consistent direction.