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Puppy-sitting

This weekend, we're puppy- and cat-sitting for friends who are scouting out their future home in Klamath Falls, Oregon. My MPH classmate Katherine is planning to start a wellness center there with another classmate (Stephanie--a family medicine doctor who also founded this clinic in Uganda). They plan to address chronic diseases (such as obesity and diabetes) by working with individuals in clinic and with the community to address built environment issues. They are both remarkable people (as is Randal, Katherine's fiance), so I can't wait to see what they end up accomplishing! I've gotten to know the three of them very well this year, because we worked together on this and this--plus, Katherine and Randal live about a block away from Chris and me. 

So Chris and I are hanging out with an adorable yellow lab/catahoula (and dachshund?) mix puppy named Maizie and a cat (I don't know cat breeds) named Bogey:


{Oh hi, Maizie!}
{Bogey has a lion haircut}

Maizie loves to play with Bogey...and Bogey loves when Maizie goes in her kennel! The interactions between these two are really entertaining. I've never been a cat person, but Bogey is charming in his own way--and I can't really blame him for being irritated about having a puppy pounce on him each time he tries to walk to his litter box.

Today, we also got to enjoy our first crab boil of the season (which started April 1). We usually go Conrad's Crabs (they catch their own!), but today we happened upon an Asian grocery store called H Mart when we were out making our second attempt at buying a car (car buying tip: don't go on Saturdays!), and we got the crabs there. 

{Our first crab boil--last July}
We also got to enjoy the lovely view of Charles Village, the Johns Hopkins Homewood campus, and downtown Baltimore from Katherine and Randal's roof. My feelings toward Baltimore have ebbed and flowed throughout our time here, but I'm currently in a "liking Baltimore" mood. I'm glad we have a couple more months to explore the Charm City!

{a little bird checking out St. Paul Street from the roof}
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