So I took a trip about a week ago to visit Joel and Amy in Cleveland. Megan was supposed to go, but got sick about 2 hours before we were supposed to leave. Levi then became my co-pilot and navigator for the trip north. The above is a view of the city not far from their apartment...not too shabby.
I probably should have taken more pictures, especially considering the lack of attention I have been giving this blog. I guess I'm just not one to take pictures of anything and everything, but I almost wanted to! Almost. Then I didn't, and you get a picture of the chains. The out-of-focus cabin in the background is the alleged first place settled in Cleveland...well, a re-creation.
Joel and Amy took me to the beach with the dogs. They loved it, particularly all the dead fish laying around. Despite the temperature and wind it wasn't really that bad out there.
Here's the artsy money shot of the post. Ooooh...Ahhh...
Despite feeling and being too short, it was alot of fun, (that's what she said). It's always refreshing to go somewhere new and different. Hopefully the opportunity to get out of Columbus even for short stints arises soon... Until then, Joel and Amy should expect a few more visits...at the very least ;)
So I decided to allow the dogs to play out in the yard...with 6 inches of snow on the ground. 
Pretty-much what you'd expect. Snow covered dogs. One thing you get an extra-special helping of with the long-haired dogs...
Super-Snow Toes!!! Well, at least thats how it looks...but it's just as possible Levi was attempting to do his nails. That was until he realized that whole "opposable-thumb" thing was going to cut his dreams short.
So why don't we just eat the snow between our toes instead!
Titus wasn't nearly as willing to be photographed. That is dog-spit frozen all over his neck making it puff out like a lion's mane. I actually had to remove some ice frozen to his whiskers on the left side of his face to get a picture of him. He kept trying to bite them to get the ice off. I didn't have to heart to tell him he'd never reach the tips of his whiskers with his mouth...then again, would it have mattered?
