Hmmm. Gopher or ghostly orb? Or ghostly orbs of gophers past? The lady assures me that there is a logical explanation: a light rain was falling and the tiny water droplets reflected the camera's flash. Actually, I was too busy doing my job to notice any pesky poltergeists.
As usual, Elvis is resting from all his naps. The guy is lolling around on an electric throw. The lady says that watching Elvis laying around reminds her of what Larry David said on an episode of 'Curb Your Enthusiasm'. Talking about dogs, he said that he never understood the whole 'dog thing' -- that it was like having a bum in your house. I guess the lady thinks Elvis is a bum. A lovable bum. A little clownfish of a lovable bum. I have to [grudgingly] agree.