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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 

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We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

VDay Weekend Adventuring

Healey

We started the weekend strong. Up at 8:30 - dogs needed visual stimulation. Humans would drive them to nature trail with backpacks as if this was Everest training. Sponsored by Dunkin Donuts - we could do ANYTHING.

Well at least we got there.


He was so close.

This is the most patient man in the universe. I love him.

(this is actually his patented patient look).

 So during our walk.. while Thor was running headlong at trees, Seamus found dangerous opportunities.


I reminded him that it was 50/50 that I would save him. He considered that.


Animal home builders unite! I swear they were making sculpture. Little known fact - all the pieces they chip off are made into Grape Nuts cereal. Try a bowl and you'll see.

Later we found ourselves at Sam's Club buying flowers and iTunes cards for loved ones.

I don't remember ever striking such a cool pose as a child. What he lacks in emergency response capabilities he definitely makes up for in style.

From there we needed to deliver the purchased blooms. So we went to the to the farm first and walked the fields until someone came home.

 
This is Hambone's Camelot.

I am King of These Fields! A Giant Among Men!

 
You there! Go to the house and retrieve a smoked side of beef for my snacking pleasure!


Wait. I think I smell deer poop.

I love deer poop.
It's coming from over there. Oh the aroma. It's like Steak Teriyaki - you want it when you smell it.


This is my favorite snapshot of the weekend.

I have no idea what is going on there. But it's just flat out gorgeous. I suppose this would be most apropos in a fast rabbit's smoking lounge.


This is proof that I dropped off flowers at my parents house. Why do I need proof? Because of the way that man to the right looked at the offering when I brought it into the house. He had every instinct to say they were from him. This would save him at least an hour in his day which could then be used for the sacred napping ritual. Amazing how quickly he figured out why I was taking a photo of roses yet to be unwrapped and arranged. Devious old man.


I love this sign. Why? Because the first time we passed it  - about a week ago - my son, freaked in the back of the truck. Shorty, who is not yet a strong reader, saw this sign and immediately deduced that there were four aligators on the loose in our area. Amazing what one see's when you remove supporting text.

So these four gators are still on the loose. We have taken to looking before exiting the vehicle down the coffee shop. Safety first.


Sunday morning I ruined a perfectly good slumber party by dragging all the boys out on an early morning photo expedition. I love to be hated.

They all woke up in the truck 10 minutes after leaving the house. It was at this time that they realized that we were hitting up Dunkin Donuts for a delightful house shaped box of munchkins.

As a result of that meal solution, the inside of my vehicle now looks like there was a drug cartel sting. Those powdered white ones are like hand granades. Thor is totally confused by why all the seats taste delicious all of a sudden.



Now imagine your distracted 7 year old boy running around the base of hundreds of these massive vessles on stilts. Think I may be up for mother of the year again. Starting strong in 2011.


This is my Valentine. So sweet.


This is my Valentine on tons.

Aren't they adorable. I want miniatures for my desk at work. A dradle for gentiles!


This animal wanted our munchkins. So we gave him some. I was actually kind of excited to see how he would react to one of the powdered jellies. No body else wanted them.  When I covertly threw the first one down - he went to sniff it and I swear it went straight up his nasal passage. (Whoops).


I plan on stealing this. It's like a cartoon, isn't it? It has to have a great name like Ollie or something.

(Mental note - learn to fly).


This hustla was ridin with our posse. He kicks a mean headstand.

And then we came across something important. Something unexpected.
Something that a truck full of sugared up boys do not have the ability to pass.


omg omg omg omg STOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP! Stop the car! STOP! AHHHHHHHHHHH!


Strangely, upclose.. it's curves reminded me of a school nurse I had in elementary school.

She was just ALL hips and boobs. Boobs right up into your face without warning. Frightening. Like a balloon with a belt on.



I immediately think of camp sandwiches with that unnatural orange meat color. God that was great. And on Wonder bread. So good. Can you believe we drank milk out of those little box cartons? That seems so gross to me now. All crusty around the triangle opening. Gross.


This is actually a picture of Bryant checkin out the weinermobiles business end. :) I like to make him sound daft. It amuses me. Must be that whole former military thing. Such obvious sensitivities to play with.

Well, I hope you all had a fabulous Valentine's Day weekend. I did!