Scuba surprised us all by getting married this weekend to Amanda (pictured here with their son, Austin). It was a beautiful ceremony at a family friend's waterfront home in Hampstead.
What do you get when you combine 1 1/2 lbs. of ground turkey, a bottle of Tiger Sauce, a couple of avocados and a zesty 3-bean salad? A delicious Friday night dinner. Add a bottle of red wine and you get Julie using her Wii remote as an elephant trunk to collect apples.
Ernie has a few games he never gets tired of playing: tug-o'-war, chase me, find-and-eat-mom's-underwear. One of his all-time favorites, though, is a game he doesn't get to play that often. It's called "let me rest my manhood on your head." Not many are willing to play. Dexter, tolerant soul that he is, routinely takes one for the team. Despite his compromised position, he maintains a dignified expression.
Ernie thinks he has just won the jackpot. Someone to chase him around the yard (besides Mom, who is slow and gets bored easily), someone else to take the blame for dog farts, someone who slobbers on him for a change? He just can't stop smiling.
Ernie and Dexter had a serious play session yesterday. This usually consists of Ernie running around the yard and Dexter laying in ambush, charging Ernie as he races past. When they finally clash, it's like two gladiators meeting in the arena. It sounds horrible--my neighbors probably think I'm staging dog fights in the backyard. Yesterday, for whatever reason, Dexter was really into the chasing. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was because it was Tuesday, or maybe, just maybe, it was the pair of underwear (now crotchless) that someone ate during the day.
