WHO'S YOUR SUGAR AND MURPHY'S DADDY?
Woof, Kids!Listen, I just have to get this off my fluffy, and quite curly, chest, okay?
If you read the blog yesterday, you know I was bringing you up-to-date on those movers and shakers, Tasha and Murphy. As previously written some months ago, Tasha and her peeps had planned a move to NYC and this has just now become fact...'cause my blog said so...plus, they have sold their house in Ohio and moved their glad-rags and designer shoes and bags to a new place for real.
This all brings the Diva-Dog to The Murph and his peeps. Well, in this case, peep...singular. Yeah, was trying to bring you up-to-snuff (whatever THAT is supposed to be) on the goings on up there in North Carolina and Minnesota. Yep, trying to tell you some stuff without spilling ALL the beans. You know, the Diva may be, well is, a bean spiller, but deep-down...I am beyond being a private person. So, what happens? The Gretch writes me a big comment about her sitch. She being in one place and Murphy's Daddy being another, just on a temp basis, don't ya know. Yeah they are all busy as stinging bees...hiking back and forth between states...again, temporarily.
Mutts, I'm just glad that my readers are all above-board and such and not crazed maniacs marching toward North Carolina to take advantage of The Pumpkin. Well, at least she didn't go ahead and give her city, address, zip code, work and cell numbers and vehicle make, color and license number. Dodged a bullet on THAT one.
Mutts, I'm just glad that my readers are all above-board and such and not crazed maniacs marching toward North Carolina to take advantage of The Pumpkin. Well, at least she didn't go ahead and give her city, address, zip code, work and cell numbers and vehicle make, color and license number. Dodged a bullet on THAT one.
Kids, I will tell you that the Diva-Dog knows how to keep your secrets and no amount of treats will force them from my canine lips (dog lips?), or blogging-paws. I promise you this. Listen, it is just a good thing The Gretch doesn't write a blog, she'd dish ALL the dirty laundry (if I may borrow a line from that Don Henley song). Good thing the Diva-Dog loves her SO much...plus, she's GORGEOUS.
Okay, now take a gander at the pix above. Trinity Park is on Flagler here in West Palm, and that is where we prance and twirl. Well, in my case, yawn and sit. Hey, look in the background and you will see the Diva's Digs. That tall building all fuzzed out of focus is where I hang my dog hat (IF I had one).
Man, that condo building is beginning to fill up too (it's new construction, uh-huh) and you know what that means. Loads of new canines all OV-AH the place. You can't swing a dead cat or canary without hitting one. So far, I don't have any faves, but it is early. Yesterday, I met a cutey-cute little guy up in the "dog-area" named, Buddy. He's from Boston and is just all fluff and bounce, like any good Shih Tzu.
Man, that condo building is beginning to fill up too (it's new construction, uh-huh) and you know what that means. Loads of new canines all OV-AH the place. You can't swing a dead cat or canary without hitting one. So far, I don't have any faves, but it is early. Yesterday, I met a cutey-cute little guy up in the "dog-area" named, Buddy. He's from Boston and is just all fluff and bounce, like any good Shih Tzu.
The building peeps continue to get all memo-ey about the dogs. You know a memo here, an email there about taking the proper elevator to the Pool Deck. Can't have dogs strolling on through the actual pool area. No can do on that. Got it. Good thing the dog area is so beautiful and scenic. Ah.
Pups, I would rather ride any elevator in the building (and we have loads of 'em) with any dog in the building than some of the human-types I've seen. Seriously. Perfect example was the super snooty woman we were crunched in with on Sunday night. See, that festival of festivals, Sunfest, concluded with a BANG and that's for real. All sorts of people (couldn't possibly all live here) were on top of the building to catch the amazing and spectacular fireworks over the water. It was awesome and loud.
So, when all signs of flame and flare were extinguished, we shuffled on over to one of the elevator banks, along with a few others already standing there. Bam, in struts flame-hair and her sort of kindly-looking escort/gentleman friend. Well, let me tell you that she was entitled to get on the first elevator zipping on up. No matter, that about eight other people were ahead of her...when the doors swished open she bolted for it, elbowing her way past ALL the rest of the waiting group. Best part? As she was sailing past and through mere peasants she was uttering phrases something like..."are we all going to try to get on here?"..."can we all fit on here?"..."WELL, guess we ARE going to ALL get on here"...um, lady (I use that term loosely here)...you and your sweet-looking SUG-AH DADDY were the LAST to join the waiting crowd...get OV-AH yourself...you ain't Ivana Trump. Just sayin'.
Well, we got a super good laugh out of it when we got off the elevator. Oh, her Sugar D? We felt his pain, and he DID, indeed, looked pained. We know, most-def, we were.
Well, we got a super good laugh out of it when we got off the elevator. Oh, her Sugar D? We felt his pain, and he DID, indeed, looked pained. We know, most-def, we were.
Bark at me!
Hey Diva. I have one thing to say. Wait a sec, I never have just one thing to say. Anyway, thanks for the pic of that golden, hunky Murphy. Man-Oh-Man what a hound. What with all that golden fur, he should enjoy all things northern.
My Mommy was busy helping the neighbors pull pecan tree branches out of our street yesterday (Daddy helped also). s luck would have it, she pulled a groin muscle. Groin???Isn't that what you do when you have a belly ache? It was a leg not a belly that hurt. So, I didn't get to read yesterdays blog until today.
Why does there always have to be a monkey in the works, or should I say a super snooty-snoot complete with Sugar daddy? Makes me wonder if snooty-snoots wake up like that or if they get that way somewhere during the day? Me and my peeps wake up just being thankful we were given the chance to see another beautiful day( even if it rains, it's beautiful).
Thanks for being discreet with your comments. Well, you are the bestest Cavi ever. So what if hounds bear-all--oops--I mean bare-all to you.
Well, I MUST go furry tail searching. I know there are a dozen or so burying nuts in MY backyard.
Good luck to Murphy and his peeps.
High paws and tail wags to ya'll. Bitsy
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Hey, Bitsy...
Yeah, Murphy is pretty cool. Well, he will be even cooler up there in Canada...er, MN.
Wow, too bad you have to get hurt when you are trying to do a good deed, huh? You know what they say, and it is so true..."A Good Deed Never Goes Unpunished"...sumpin' like that. Nah, the good Karma will hit ya, but in the meantime...take care of things muscle oriented, okay?
Listen, this world is SO full of full-of-themselves types that it gets to be pretty hilarious. People, we are just...people...um, dogs, um, cats...creatures of the universe. Nothing more, nothing less. Grateful and making each day count...that is our motto. Gotta go stitch that on a dog pillow.
Later, kid.
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Hey Reg,
Yep, apparently The Gretch got a little comfy and laid it all out there!! You see, she's been keeping the situation somewhat of a secret for a while and I think she was tired of it! Happy to hear that you will take good care of her when she comes to visit...I'll try not to be jealous.
Bitsy,
Thanks for the well wishes!
Hope all you hounds have a great weekend!!
Love,
The Minnesota Murph
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