YAY! GLOBAL WARMING WAS REAL FOR A WHOLE DAY!

Woo Hoo!  A little hint of tourist season peeked through here this past Saturday on the coast of Maine.  The temperature in parts of the state were above 70 degrees. 

What's a From Away Maine-ah to do? 

Mr. Man and yours truly loaded up the car with the Hannibal Lecter muzzle, anti-dog attack suit and the Don't Taze Me Bro doggie tazer.  We then cattle prodded NutJob into the car and headed for Birch Point Beach State Park.
 
Once at the beach, we let NutJob frolic in the waves, prayed for a rogue wave to suck her out to sea, or for the cramps to set in and make her sink like a rock 'cause she didn't wait 30 minutes after eating her tuna sandwich to go swimming.

Apparently there is no God. 

While sucking up all the UV rays sans sunscreen we could, I snapped this photo just for you. You can see the three wind turbines out on the island of North Haven if you look really close at this photo below. 

Big suckers, huh? 

 

While heading back to the car, NutJob was doing her best pig imitation. She does a "backwards sneeze" thing, which sounds just like a pig but the vet says it's not harmful to her health, dammit.  So here we are, walking up the hill to the car as lots of people are walking down to the beach, all staring at the blond hairy pig that looks something like a Corgi as Mr. Man and I just smile and say "hello".  

Then running down the hill came three chubby little boys, all around age 10 or so.  

"HEY!  What kind of a dog IS that?" 

"It's a very rare hairy pig-dog", I replied.  

"That's a pig!" shouted Spanky.  

"Can we pat the pig?"

My umbrella policy is paid, so I contemplated on saying yes, but I only reserve that option for obnoxious little brats and census takers.  These boys were very likable, funny and just curious. 

I told them, "Sorry, but she's a biting pig-dog." 

One hollered, "Whoa!  It's a biting pig-dog!"

Then all three remarked in hushed tones, "Whoa, dude!"  They then backed off making snorting noises and ran down to the beach while waving good-bye at the snorting pig-dog. 

While driving home, we spotted these two.  They may not be tourists, but I've never seen combat boots and a knife that big on a local during the non-hunting season.  I'd bet my paycheck his mother-in-law's head is in that bag.

Al Gore pulled the plug and now we're in the midst of a nor'easter, and it's 40 degrees with lows in the 20's expected at the end of the week in the overnight hours.   It at least gave us hope that global warming is real.