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Crofton, MD, 21114

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. 


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.)

It Was A Wet Weather Weekend


Fall is upon us.

This past weekend we received 5 inches of rain. It started out kind of romantic.

Well Hambone urinating tends to make things less romantic - but we moved past this early dog walk scene. We went to Annapolis to get a fancy coffee and check out the Boat Show. I like going to the boat show when it rains. Early in the morning. Rich people dress up in really brightly colored foul weather gear and look like buoys bobbing about. If buoys had trophy wives that wore Helly Hansen all weather jackets with stiletto heels, I mean.<blink>

I don't have a photo of that because I was carrying really hot coffee in one hand while being yanked around town by my wet dog who was scavenging for dropped scone bits.

But its a boat town.

There are boats e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. 

The amount of rain was helping the cars start to fit in. [stupid lady thought she was the QE2]

Every now and then it would stop raining...

and that would just then encourage the fog. Rain eventually beat out the fog with sheer force. I know this because I have a leak in the soft top of my wrangler. It smelled rank up in there.

Ask Yenny - she took me to a Caps game Saturday night. I drove us in the mold-mobile. It rocked.

At the game she introduced me to her season ticket family. And I finally met the Man, the Myth, the Legend ... I met THE GOAT.

Yeah... that's him. The Goat is LOUD. I was warned about that so I brought ear plugs from the last time I went skeet shooting. Nice non-descript neon orange ear plugs. The man sat about 27 inches from me and projected sounds so loud that the right side of my face started to go numb. Bizarrely though - he had perfect pitch. Impeccable intonation. Good content. Good humor and a historians knowledge of the game. So you kinda had to love him. Lord knows the crowd loved him. People would stop by every now and then and just high five him or drop a photo op. It was funny. But the Caps lost.. and that was not funny. Thankfully beer was too expensive to over indulge our sorrows with.

Sunday was again a rain out. Yenny and Hambone and I did our normal double loop around the Bowie Park Pond.

I am amazed that I have lived here for this long and just found this park 4 weeks ago. (this is what the Pond looks like on a non-rainy day.)

Maryland is really surprisingly beautiful place. I suppose it doesn't hurt that Fall is my favorite season.

And here is my Fall confession for you...

Hambone got away from me and peed on these green peppers before I could stop him. Then two vans came and collected all the bushels about 20 min later while I nervously shopped for pumpkins in the adjacent patch. I'd like to advise all of my friends to avoid eating green peppers at local restaurants in the near future.

It wasn't my fault. Dog is just an ass.