It began long ago, two young boys in an American town riding their bikes to school and Little League practice.

Over the years, the boys became fast friends, united in their love for stories where things would go horribly wrong.

Pour yourself a strong beverage and buckle up. You're in the shallow end with

Schnebly and talk. Hey, Lynn, I'm back in Ecuador now and, uh, you sound farther away.

Like a hollow echo behind me. Yeah. It's this southern hemisphere echo. Yeah. It's a little

known phenomena. You were explaining to me, uh, before we started rolling our reel-to-reel recorders about how you spent part of your day involving not one, not two, but three dogs.

And I said, you should really tell that story to start the show.

Oh, it's a charming tale.

Cat stayed in Florida for a couple of extra days.

And so I'm here, and I went to go pick up the dogs that we had boarded while we were gone.

I just want to refresh everybody's memory.

First of all, I love all dogs.

I'm all about rescuing as many dogs as we can, but not in my house.

All three of these were rescued off the street.

Yeah.

Now, Lucie, the first one, I was all about, you know, it's great, you know.

And then came another one, Brando, and then came Sid.

And they're both great dogs, but nobody wants to take them.

So now I have three dogs and I'm the only one here.

And so I spent a good portion of my morning trying to wrangle three dogs, all of their beds,

their toys, their bowls, their leashes, into a cab by myself.

And it's difficult enough to do that when you have your own car, let alone a cab.

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