The first videos I ever shot were of my dogs. I would mess around with some of the first photo cameras that were capable of recording video, the first of which was my dad’s fancy work camera. One of those dog videos would become my first art final, a video of my dog running around a building site to the music from Chariots of Fire.
Whenever I take my dog, Rex, for a walk he becomes ridiculously excited. However, there’s no place he gets more excited about than the nature reserve near our home. I can let him run free and do whatever he wants, which dogs stuck at the end of leashes everywhere dream of. Seeing that pure energy and joy always brings a smile to my face, and I wanted to capture it in a video.
Although it’s difficult to put Srizzil into any particular category, because the videos I do are so eclectic, most have had comedic sides. This video is more artistic than anything, capturing energy and fun.
If there had to be a lesson to learn from this, perhaps it’s that we should find joy in even the smallest things in life. Dogs are such positive animals. I leave you with a joke that expresses just that.
Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary
The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…