Speaking of rain, Jonathan and I went for a walk yesterday afternoon with the dogs, and thought maybe we would get some bad weather, but oh well, we'll go anyway. We were about 2 miles away from home when the skies opened up and it just poured rain all the way home. It was the funniest thing -- Achilles kept trying to shake off, hoping he wouldn't get wet, but Bree was walking with her mouth open, facing sky-ward, trying to lick up all the drops. She, literally, ate it up -- to the point of skipping with glee. Until we got about half way home when she decided it wasn't really that much fun to be soaking wet. They were both pretty pathetic when we got them in the apartment and put them straight in the bathtub.
But tonight we went to our first Orioles game. We went with Lee, Mary Chaney, and Mary Chaney's father, Jay, who is in town to help with their home remodeling.
It's a beautiful stadium, the Orioles beat the Angels 16 to 6, and there were post-game fireworks! We ate hotdogs, peanuts, and cracker jacks. But I still think football is better.
