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We have the two pugs and they are finally sleeping together on the dog bed after terrorizing each other and our pants for the past two days. We got Manju on Thursday morning and Leelin on Friday morning. Sarah got the day off on Friday because her program had determined that the huge snow storm, that turned out to be minor, would be cause to shut down the schools. So both Sarah and I were home to play with the puggies on Friday.

Manju managed the first damage in a drive by attack on me as I was drinking coffee on the couch with Sarah on Friday morning. Manju was running in and out of the kitchen and around the coffee table in the living room. We had gone to the grand opening of Finagle a Bagel in Coolidge corner and had brought back bagels because there was no point in eating them there with the bagel saw broken. I can only imagine how pissed the team at Finagle a Bagel were that the bagel saw wasn't ready for opening day. So we went home and made our own coffee to eat with the bagels. As I was taking a sip of my full mug of coffee Manju jumped into my lap grabbing my arm causing me to spill the hot coffee onto Sarah’s pants. Sarah shed her pants for the first time in the day to wash the coffee off. I tried to dab at the coffee with some wet rags to get it out of the couch.

We picked-up Leelin after we had finished our coffee. As we walked through the entranceway into the apartment he decided that it was the perfect time to poop. So we were relieved that he had pooped before reaching the door. We continued through our day to find a wet spot in the carpet that we assumed was one of the two pugs as they zipped around in circles so we pulled them into a time-out. Sarah caught Leelin trying to pee in the closet. He is the master of getting caught while trying to get away with an indoor infraction.

After taking the dogs for a walk we decided that they were smelly so we put them into the shower and sprayed them with the fancy massage shower head with the flexible hose. Sarah got them sudsy and then we tried drying them with towels as they kept escaping from the bathroom to roam about the apartment and shake off. We finally left them locked into the kitchen behind a card table secured from behind by a folding chair with a bass guitar amplifier to add weight. They had no problem breaking out of it.

Lisa and Dave were coming over to watch Rinaldo and Clara, the Bob Dylan movie. Lisa and Dave gave it to me as a birthday or holiday present. It doesn’t play properly on my television so they had brought their DVD player but even that didn’t solve the problem. We finally had to hook-up the computer in the living room to the television, which took a lot of rewiring to pull off in order to watch it. We watched it after eating a fettuccini and sauce (meatball for the meat eaters and vegetarian for Lisa). Robert came over too. As we were preparing for folks to come over and Sarah was lighting candles in the bathroom, a dangerous act I disapprove of, my Tigi Bed Head leave in conditioner bottle exploded. It covered her with hair gel including her pants causing her the second unplanned pants changing of the day.

Over dinner we chatted about the plan that Robert, Lisa, and Dave have hatched to unite the country. They plan to drive to every state on a tour. It hasn’t been announced yet but it should change the red and blue states all to a nice shade of purple by the end of the year. Robert came through with some great dessert and Lisa and Dave brought essential items including an onion, an avocado, and the pasta. The Pillsner Urquell from the beer fridge exploded on two out of four beers.

Rinaldo and Clara includes some very odd footage including a guy playing pinball and talking about writing Blowing in the Wind with Dylan. It also shows Dylan in a number of odd facial situations including the opening scene where he is wearing a clear mask and Dylan in white face as a protest against the incarceration of Ruben "Hurricane" Carter. During the movie Manju tried to pee on the carpet but I caught her just as she was about to go. I picked her up to show her my disapproval for the act and ended-up with a wet spot on my pants that people postulated was a delivery from Manju. That prompted my first and only pants change for the evening.

While watching with Dylan still in white face we heard a knocking on the door. The main person who knocks on the door is my upstairs professional complainer so I was worried about explaining the crew listening to weird Dylan scenes figuring that we could be carted off to some modern McCarthy-like anti government terrorist prison, but it was just Waichi.

Waichi had just gotten back from doing Tsunami relief aboard a Navy floating hospital, which meant that she needed her parking space back. We got her to sit and tell us stories about the trip including one about why it is bad to sleep on the top of the rack, the seventh bunk up because there aren’t any rails. So one of her co-workers took a spill off the top rack the first night and got hurt. She didn’t have good stories of misbehaving because the Navy has a strict anti-fraternizing policy. One almost fraternizing pair was whisked off the boat immediately. The trip back apparently also included some antics with doctors drinking all night long in Singapore and not being able to get out of bed to board the plane the next morning. The Navy has a picture of Waichi apparently before any fraternizing as she is saving a manikin. I let Waichi have my car to avoid having to drive it out to Newton for the night.

As we continued through the evening the DVD system in the computer was overwhelmed by Dylan’s antics so we had to switch to watching Garden State. To try to limit the pugs from causing further trouble we locked them in the bedroom and placed Manju into her crate. So throughout Garden State we could hear a steady scratching at the door as Leelin tried to escape. Garden State was pretty good. It was heralded as the best that Natalie Portman had ever acted. I had to agree but to step up from her other performances would be coming out of a deep cavern. She still can’t act but she got a good script with some funny scenes. It reminded me of Donnie Darko because it was so quirky, like having a scene where the main character awoke to find a knight in shining armor walking around, and people living in a boat at the bottom of a quarry.

When Sarah and I awoke this morning the pugs were working overtime to commit mischief. It was 6 am and they were playing with each other and barking. I finally got up to catch Leelin trying to poop on the rug in the bedroom and then found some fresh poop from Manju in the living room. They had given us the two poop morning salute.

I decided to get a haircut at Great Cuts because I was looking mangy. On the way out I made a pit stop at Finagle a Bagle to see if the bagel saw was finally running. It was chopping bagels at a record pace with a packed house of bagel hungry finaglers. At Great Cuts I finally decided that the right answer to the difficult hair question, which number should we use to clip the sides?, is 3. Some ten year old Russian kid was looking in a book to pick out his hair do and after ten minutes decided he wanted the same look as he currently had but shorter. His current look was to have a mop of hair on his head.

I grabbed a new issue of Barstool sports from a free newsstand by the T station. This edition was focused on Spring Break. By looking at the newsstands for the newspapers you have to pay money for I learned that Ty Law is gone for good from New England and that Bank of America lost a bunch of government people’s money. At least the pugs (terrorists) are sleeping for a while. They look perfectly cute and innocent. I’m sure that is what all terrorists look like when they are sleeping.