"The Matrix-approved telekinesis is not working, Captain, switching to nose," with apologies to Scotty and Gene Roddenberry. The tiny beach ball came out victorious after a vigorous battle in the back of my rolling studio (camouflaged as a Tacoma with 300,000 miles) after 150 pounds of sand were dumped into the bed and blue background added. Pocket Wizards helped the pair of 580EX II strobes capture the decisive moment in a shaded area—the entire neighborhood was a mite shady, anyway. The Great Dane puppies ultimately surrendered nap time, although there's no doubt revenge will be on their mind once they reach adulthood and 160 pounds.