I think I should start a "Dog Park" section of this blog so that I can fill everyone in on the antics that go on in that unique social setting. Tonight we were at the dog park and, just like last night and so many others, we encountered The Asshole Husky. I'm pretty confident that this dog is universally despised by our cohorts at the dog park, since it seems to live for bullying other dogs. Usually, if you encounter such a dog, the owner is mortified and immediately pulls the offending dog off of the other dog. But The Asshole Husky is owned by a man who a) does not notice when his dog is being A Shithead and b) does not seem to care when he does notice. Tonight, when The Asshole Husky was glomming onto Luke like stink on shit, the owner was out in the parking lot, on his cell phone. I took the opportunity to pummel his dog with Luke's Jolly Ball. No, of course I didn't. Maybe next time...

John and I were talking to our friend Cathy the other day, and she was telling us that her partner, Rhonda, swims every morning. She gets to the pool by 6 am (I'm not even conscious at 6 am!) and swims for an hour. Cathy told us that she likes to joke that Rhonda is having an affair with "Cloreen." I laughed so hard, I think I almost passed out.