Christmas, Palm Beach and Ivana Trump gets thrown off a plane (okay, okay...but, escorted off just isn't all that dramatic) and the Diva-Dog gets snapped 'round town. Oh, "the season" is still alive!
Cubism forever and Holy Spaniels...the Diva shows up on a sock! Come ON...it should be a cashmere sweater. The world HAS gone utterly mad.
For The Love Of Lassie...who let HER in the blog, again? Do you SEE the Diva? Holiday hitting the beach WITHOUT the Cavi in tow. Palm Beaching and trying to be like Ivana? NEVER. If you're gonna get your azz tossed from an airplane...DO NOT wear a crappy outfit such as this one. Kids, I am wondering why Ivana T. was sitting her fluffy A. on a commercial bird in the first place? Yeah, think on that instead of how the one above looks WAY early in the morning. You're better off.
WOO-HOO...it's Wa-Hoo time. Now, that's what I'm barking 'bout. The Diva-Dog is SO competitive. Is it my turn yet?
Kids, I'm a little freaked out...my peeps pulled some crazy and creepy shizzy-shenanigans on me. Under the tree? Faux Diva-Dog. Actually, two of 'em. This one and a baby one (didn't make it into the snap). What? The real deal ain't good enough 'round this doghouse?
Nah, I'm fairly certain my peeps are quite good with the real Cavi deal and the Diva-Dog is, most-def, good being all nestled into the lap of the peep, after a warm and sudsy bath. Um, are you diggin' his shirt? Wow, we need a stylist 'round this doghouse.
Happy Christmas Eve, all you mutts and pups.
Where is David Benoit (look him up) when you need him? Not 'zactly your Charlie Brown Christmas, huh?
You talking to me? No, not really, but could you move out of our snap? Kidding.
Wonder if they got that from a place like Home Depot. You know...the Gilded Age version.
Just an intimate dinner, for a few close friends. Guess who's NOT coming to dinner? You got it.
Have a glorious Eve of Christmas, wherever you are!

Christmas week in The Palm Beaches and we put on our jingle bells and soaked up a little joy to the world. Kidding about the jingle bell part.
Things are reviving up in the old condo doghouse-Holiday Spirit Speaking!! Sleigh bells are ringing, chestnuts are roasting (well, not around here, but that just sounds so cozy) and eggs are nogging. I ask you hounds, what, exactly, is a "nogged-egg"? Get on that and get back to me.
Meanwhile back at the dumb condo, The Diva-Dog has been super busy...sniffing out gifts stuffed 'round our tree. It is exhausting, but super-fabulous!
Hope you are getting your holiday groove on during this busy week. Mutts and pups, come on and SHAKE IT...get to rockin'!!!
You mutts realize that some of the Tigger Who-Zit dramz is going on in our neck-of-the-palms. There is mega-chatting about millions and diamond and mansions and yachts and grocery stores. You heard me...grocery.
We staked out the parking lot and it was...BORING. Boring and then some. Okay, okay-we weren't really going all Magnum PI, we just needed food. Yeah, we grabbed a few important items like dog biscuits. No tarts in sight (take that as you wish). Still, the Diva-Dog is of the opinion that being a paparazzi isn't all it's cracked up to be. Hanging around stores and crap trying to get a snap of some "celeb". Yawn and more yawning. Besides, we just don't find The Tig particularly entertaining.
Lunch, al fresco...followed by another pop-in at Buttercream. Don't you dare judge us...you hounds!!