TEXANS VISIT WEST PALM BEACH, VIRTUALLY
Woof, Kids!
So nice when you have visitors, even when they arrive in your email. Please give a fluff-o-the-fur to Gus and Call, two sweet-looking guys from the Lone Star State. The Diva-Dog has not, officially, run in their pack, but would and that's a fact!
Thanks to Bitsy and her Mommy for sharing these sweethearts with us. Don't you just want to reach out and give them a little kiss and tweak their ears?
Kids, it rained in West Palm Beach and I had to get my dainty paws kinda wet. Now, that is just not cool for a sassy pup to have to endure. Moolie should get me some kind of doggie rain boots. Just sayin'.
While out and about, I ran smack into two Pugs and their peeps. Wowie, those canines were CRAZY and I'm not kidding. Out-of-control, on leashes. One of their peeps was nice and friendly, the other one wasn't, plain and simple and I won't sugar coat it for ya. These guys were hangin' out at City Place and thought they were the dogs-paws.
Hounds, there is all sorts of construction going on in the building, with workers here, there and everywhere. When will it end? We don't have any idea, but it's constant hammering and banging around. Heck, I think I'm going to just have Gaz and Moolie slap on a tool belt and help 'em out. Anything to speed it up. Wait, they can't even hang curtains with any great success, so maybe not such a great idea.
Fun watching the finale of, Dancing With The Stars. Um, it was a little more hokey than usual or necessary and that roast part was just tasteless. Winner was, Shawn, as you prolly know. Yawn. Cute kid, but not that much personality. Makes one wonder why they don't just hand the trophy over to any Olympian who steps onto the dance floor? Well, kudos to all three finalist, they did a great job.
Dang, I still want to see them launch a show called, Dancing With The Dogs! Hold on, they've done THAT for years haven't they? Yep, it is called...the circus and it is pretty horrible watching mutts and pups prance and twirl in little frilly costumes. Never mind.
Bark at me!
Hey Diva, You are the cats meow, no, wait, the hounds howl. Thanks for showing my buds, a.k.a. the Beasty Boys. Those guys really love my Mommy, let me tell you. If they hear her talking, they start barkin'. If they hear her car alarm, they start barkin'. 'cause they know the sound.
My nana was so glad Shawn won. Mommy wanted Gilles to win. 1% between first and second place...1%! If I was a peep, hubba,hubba,hubba!!! He was so nice about losing.
By the way, you should be used to not so nice humans. They are like fire ants, everywhere. You, Moolie and Gaz just keep on smilin' and being your wonderful selves.
Tell Moolie there is a book she needs to read. It's titled "Do Dogs Smile?", I forget the name of the lady who wrote it but it sounds pretty cool.
High paws and nubbin' wags to you. Bitsy
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Bitsy, I love the new expression, the hounds how. Very creative, you kid.
Hey, thanks for sending the snaps of your besties. They are super cute and I wish I could meet them, for real. Well, virtual is better than nothing, huh?
Well, we're with you on Gilles winning. I mean he tried hard all along....seemed like Shawn saved it until the end. Whatever, we don't think we want to watch it anymore. We loved Gilles, he seemed so genuine.
Yeah, seems there are some major nasty types out there these days. Still, it is good to know there are many more that are just as nice as can be. You give what you get and that is our creed.
Thank you for always supporting the blog, sharing comments, sharing photos, sharing genuine compliments. To quote Mr. Gleason..."Bitsy, you're the greatest"...and your mommy is too.
Wag-o-the-tail you...BOTH!!!
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