CRAZY SUNDAY, HAZY WEST PALM MONDAY
Woof, Kids!
There's a heavy haze (kind of like that first snap), looming over this West Palm Monday morning and the weekend was crazy fun, but gone in a flash. Tonight, my main-dawg, B, wings his way back to Big D and his Brit. I will be wiping my sad and expressive eyes, and missing all the fun we've had for these few weeks. He really and truly is...THE DAWG!!!
Oh, Happy Father's Day!! As you can see, the Diva-Dog, the peeps. and B, hopped into the jalopy and zipped right on down to South Beach for all things Father's Day and to honor Gaz in a fun way. I mean, why not join in with all the beautiful, average, sub-average and exotic shenanigans? You would call strolling along Ocean Drive, peeking at the Atlantic splashing up onto Miami Beach, and having brunch at an outdoor bistro exotic? Okay, let's do that. Works for me.
Now, just in case you hounds decide to trot your four feet toward S Beach...here you go...a map, with color and everything. I'm always thinking of ya. I'm a giver, what can I say?
Wowie, zowie...this classic building made us stop in our tracks. I just adore it when I see a building named after me and my Cavi mates. I love South Beach, even more now!!! Kids, all the buildings, even the ones not named Cavalier, are so fab. The Art Deco period is, most-def, one of my favorites. Why do you think I watch all those classic movies? Okay, because of that AND the clothes.
Post brunch and walking and stalking...we reach the car, but...wait...hold on...I need to soak up more of this fun stuff before I jump back inside the jalopy.
We make a quick stop at the U of M, for some stuff B wanted to do...plus Gaz wanted a quick look/see around. Heck, we were just hangin' in Miami and making it all about Gaz and Father's Day. Well, that's what we kept telling him...that it was his day...all about him...blah, blah, blah. Uh-huh.
Naturally, we all know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that each and every single day is totally about the Diva-Dog. Kinda goes without saying. But, keep it under your hat, er, dog collar.
Whew, being the sophisticated dog-about-south beach is exhausting. Time to head north and back to The Palm Beaches.
Um, Moolie could you let go of my head and neck? I really want to stretch it out with B in the back seat.
Bark at me!
There's a heavy haze (kind of like that first snap), looming over this West Palm Monday morning and the weekend was crazy fun, but gone in a flash. Tonight, my main-dawg, B, wings his way back to Big D and his Brit. I will be wiping my sad and expressive eyes, and missing all the fun we've had for these few weeks. He really and truly is...THE DAWG!!!
Oh, Happy Father's Day!! As you can see, the Diva-Dog, the peeps. and B, hopped into the jalopy and zipped right on down to South Beach for all things Father's Day and to honor Gaz in a fun way. I mean, why not join in with all the beautiful, average, sub-average and exotic shenanigans? You would call strolling along Ocean Drive, peeking at the Atlantic splashing up onto Miami Beach, and having brunch at an outdoor bistro exotic? Okay, let's do that. Works for me.
Now, just in case you hounds decide to trot your four feet toward S Beach...here you go...a map, with color and everything. I'm always thinking of ya. I'm a giver, what can I say? Wowie, zowie...this classic building made us stop in our tracks. I just adore it when I see a building named after me and my Cavi mates. I love South Beach, even more now!!! Kids, all the buildings, even the ones not named Cavalier, are so fab. The Art Deco period is, most-def, one of my favorites. Why do you think I watch all those classic movies? Okay, because of that AND the clothes. Post brunch and walking and stalking...we reach the car, but...wait...hold on...I need to soak up more of this fun stuff before I jump back inside the jalopy.We make a quick stop at the U of M, for some stuff B wanted to do...plus Gaz wanted a quick look/see around. Heck, we were just hangin' in Miami and making it all about Gaz and Father's Day. Well, that's what we kept telling him...that it was his day...all about him...blah, blah, blah. Uh-huh.Naturally, we all know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that each and every single day is totally about the Diva-Dog. Kinda goes without saying. But, keep it under your hat, er, dog collar.
Whew, being the sophisticated dog-about-south beach is exhausting. Time to head north and back to The Palm Beaches. Um, Moolie could you let go of my head and neck? I really want to stretch it out with B in the back seat.
Bark at me!
Hey Diva,
Wow! You got some great pics in South Beach and looks like a fab way to spend Father's Day. I've never been but would love to visit South Beach sometime. Know you are sad that Brandon is leaving, so I'm sending you some love.
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Yeah, South Beach was bitchin'!!!
Listen, you would look great hangin' out down there. Gaz and Moolie? I'm surprised they even let 'em sit down and have brunch amongst all that glam and sass. Well, guess they got away with it as it was Sunday, plus B was with 'em and that made it all okay.
Thanks for the love, we do miss Brandon, a lot
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