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Last night, Josh and Callie let us stay over. Callie’s cat knows how to use doorknobs so he tried to get into the bathroom when I was inside. He meowed and I observed his paws swing at me from under the door.  When I got out, I petted the kitty vigorously for his cute effort to humiliate me.

We drove north for 2 hours and walked through the downtown Prescott, Arizona and stumbled upon Dogtoberfest, an event where people adopt dogs in a park.

Dustin proclaimed, “There’s not a single cute dog in this park.”

We sat down on a bench next to some drum-circle hippies who utilized a corner of the park for a well executed hula hoop gathering.  A waitress yelled at Will and Dustin for ordering pizza at the wrong counter.