OK, first, it must be said: damn, are our dogs brats when they get together. Morgan and I headed out this morning with picnic ingredients in hand, anticipating a lovely, luxurious day of strawberries and sun, and we got...madness. Utter madness. And mud.
I've known Ali since almost the moment I was born - her parents are my parents' best friends from way, way back in the day, and they owned a hotel in upstate New York that we used to visit nearly every weekend when I was a kid.
Oh my god. Where have leash splits been all my life?
Oh, dear.
We spent the weekend in Bear Mountain for my high school best friend Cynthia's wedding, with stopovers each way in Nyack (one of my favorite day trips).
