Because we live in L.A.

Last night we sat outside enjoying the finally cool evening with our Friday night friends. We had spread a blanket in the grass at the park by their house that runs along the bluff overlooking the ocean. Doug brought his guitar and was playing and singing, and suddenly there was this Russian man with a dog who was going crazy over the guitar and who would not stop baring his teeth and barking at it. The two ended up making themselves at home with us on our blanket (Doug finally put the guitar away) and we played with the dog and talked with the man. Turns out the dog had just had his first audition (he is four months old). It’s so funny here–the significance attached to landing that next commercial or movie part is truly indescribable.

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