Today we were visited by Uncle Nate and Aunt Amy from the Big City. And of course Hazel's new playmate Tuffie, the most smiling pitbull in New England. While Tuffie was left to make-out with Hector Fishstick back home, the human family headed out down the street to the Choate Bridge Pub for a couple of beers. Hazel mostly slept through the experience, only opening her eyes briefly to look at Jamie and I with a sneer that said she didn't appreciate waking up in a strange bar. She better get used to it if she keeps hanging out with us. A delightful afternoon for all.