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Tres Chicas

Tonight I went to see Tres Chicas at the American Tobacco Historic District in Durham with Anne, Sergio, Renee, and Scott. You can't see it in the picture, but there was a sort of moat between them and the audience. At some point, a guy poured dry ice out of a Harris Teeter bag into the moat to the mist-ification of many little children.

Frontline blues

This pretty much sums up the day for Miles. He had to put up with the dual tortures of Frontline and a forced march in Orange Alert weather designed to distract him from the Frontline. But he did get to play with his special squeaky toy, which is still intact a week after he got it at dog school! And, later, we go to dog school graduation.

Miles also spent some time bunny hunting in the garden:

Speaking of the garden, look at the pretty orange pepper!