• First stop...Gaz, The Mool and I were just hangin' at some banyaned (that's the shade of a banyan tree, in case you need further deets) park, gazing at nothing but yachts, yachts, yachts. Made me think of Osgood Fielding. I'm not telling you who he is, if you don't know. Oh, yeah...yachts and some random mutts prancing and prissing all 'round.

Anyway...I was, desperately, trying to get my sniff on (you know how I love that), when a couple of mutts amble on OV-AH and their human starts up with the chat, chat, chat. Heck, the hounds were pretty nice, so I can't even rag on 'em. BUT, their leash-holder (well one was off-leash, but I'll just let that go this time) starts yapping about his Palm Beach neighbor being this huge Cavi lovin' kid. Droned on about how this guy REALLY, REALLY loves 'em...to the tune of owning twenty, all at the same time. Oh, it was noted that when the "house-man" walked these lovable pups, it looked like the zoo on parade. My thought here? If you're gonna own twenty of ANY sort of canine...get out there with a leash-in-hand once in a blue moon, 'kay? Sidenote...this guy threw in some comment about twenty dogs being over city code, blah, blah, blah. I'm thinking that anything over TWO is overload...city code or no city code...not to mention that when some guy or gal owns TWENTY dogs, cats or canaries, there is a much larger situation at work here. Wouldn't you agree?

• Departed the park, the yachts and chat-boy and the three of us walked the pads off our feet doing all things Palm Beach. Kids, the weather was perfection, the shops fun and classy (natch), and the streets were filled with zippy peeps and their mutts. Oh, some of the shops provided water in snazzy bowls, but I only drink my own...still, nice thought though and appreciated.

Kids, the economy is sucking wind, gasping for air...the news is negative, negative, negative...but, may I state...when you are strolling the fab streets of Palm Beach...all that junk simply melts away, you take in the beauty and are grateful for all the good things and the ability to find a retreat...even a small one. Plus it's super comforting to hear that someone still has a "house-man"...just 'zactly what that MEANS can remain a mystery.

BTW, your MIND escapes...your PAWS...definitely NOT SO MUCH. It's HARD walking that much when you're a Diva or even the leash-holder of a Diva.

Bark at me!!