Thursday, July 23, 2009

New Orleans

Last weekend I had a great trip to New Orleans to celebrate Leah's 21st birthday with Brandon's side of the family. Considering it is July (normally scorching hot temperatures) and the forecast was rain the whole weekend, we had great weather. I had not been to New Orleans since I was twelve, so it was neat to go back. Here are a few pictures from the trip.
We all rode the mechanical bull around 6PM when the bar was empty so none of us would embarrass ourselves. [Note: The following picture was taken when the bull was NOT in motion . . . after the first tilt Lynn was gone]
At dinner on Bourbon St.
We had breakfast at Brennan's, which was fantastic.
Our charming waiter making bananas foster in front of our table
Saturday night on Bourbon St.

I think my little camera did a decent job, despite having been dropped in the lake at Brandon's bachelor party in October. Brandon is continuing to enjoy his job and is excited about having a guys weekend at the lake in a few weeks. Brutus has added low calorie salmon omega-3 treats to his list of dietary restrictions after I spent yesterday morning cleaning vomit off of my rug and sheets. As for me, I am about to enjoy one last getaway (to the beach with Brandon and my family) before I start my psychiatry rotation on Monday. I even got assigned to be on-call the first day of my very first rotation!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Brutus Graduates

After a less than stellar performance in his test, Brutus "passed" obedience training. I think in the older, tougher world of dog training (when Susie and Dolly were going), he would have been coming home with a certificate of participation. But we are proud of him anyway. Catherine and Brandon both joined me last night for the test and graduation.
This is our class . . . a wide variety of dogs and individuals
Brutus with his graduation cap
Brutus with his reward
He wrapped up the evening by having his first accident at home in months! Oh well. I guess he was exhausted and the thought of going down the elevator and out to poop island was too much to bear . . .