Well, Michelle is in India, so it’s just me and the maminals. The Doggs really hate it when they’re home alone with me because they get ignored all day while I sit behind my computer or play music. Not today, though. I loaded the Doggs into the truck and made for Disco Park.
It was cold and windy, and the dogs were as polar opposite as usual.
The coast and the mountains looked amazing as the weather started rolling in.
Michelle, Pat, the doggs, and I all headed up to Whidbey Island on Sunday to check up on the property there and make sure everything is A-OK. (The lot was perfect.) After an unusually long wait for the ferry from Mukilteo to Clinton, we passed through Langley on the way up through Freeland and to the lot. After a quick checkup on the site, we drove the mile north to South Whidbey Island State Park to have a picnic and a walk on the beach. Naturally, we ended up taking more photos of the doggs than of people or scenery, but that’s what we do. Enjoy.
My friend Kevin mentioned yesterday that he and his wife conducted a focus group session to evaluate which 
posts on this blog suck and which don’t. According to this fair and balanced study – which sought the input from a wide range of audiences, including two sexes (which is the maximum number) – posts containing pictures of Mack are more popular than posts about Dutch guys. I am certain the study is legitimate because it included a graphic. It is a little known fact, however, that graphics can sometimes be misleading. Assuming I was misinterpreting the graphic, I sought clarification. Surely the entries about Dutch guys intersects with the set of popular posts. The response I received was as follows:
Sorry to disappoint, but she does say that the set of entries about Dutch guys doesn’t intersect with the set of entries she likes.
It has something to do with you not being as cute as Mack.
Well, give the people what they want, I guess.
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A few months ago we were grilling corn and and, because we totally suck at it, we messed it up so badly that we only wanted to eat 
about half of what we made. What did we do with left over corn? Why, fed it to the doggs, of course. Now, the actual cob is rather unhealthy for a dog since it’s hard to pass. To circumvent this problem Michelle decided to see if Mack could eat corn off the cob like a human. As it turns out, he can. It seemed oddly natural to him, and he approached it as though it was the most normal thing in the world. He must have said to himself, “This cob might not be good for my digestive system; I think I’ll try to bite the kernels off individually. When I am done eating, I shall do Calculus.” Beene, on the other hand, consumed half a cob despite our best efforts to prevent her from doing so.
Naturally, we bragged about Mack’s newfound skill to our friends. Their dog, Bromley, is a prodigy: she can eat watermelon and ring a bell when she needs to be let outside. With their interest piqued, they investigated to see if Bromley’s repertoire could be expanded to include eating corn off the cob. Not surprisingly, it could.
Mack and Bromley rule at eating corn, Beene is confused. Enjoy.
Note: The quality of this version is lower than the Quicktime version available here. For best results, watch the Quicktime verison.
It’s raining today in Seattle. I know, we’re all in shock, too.
Two good things came out of it, though.
First, we are heading down to Ballard with some friends from up the street to hang out at Portalis, imbibe, and watch the bike race. The rain today is a good thing because the rookie Cat 4-5 race is going to be spectacular. I’m putting $5.00 on some douchebag deciding he’s going to win the race by launching his attack mid-corner while he’s still in the middle of the pack. That will be totally cool to watch.
Second, we got to try out the rain coats we just bought the dogs.
