WEST PALM BEACH COOKIES AND COOL CHATTIN'
Woof, Kids!
Yeah, the weekend was a blur, but the cookie you see below made the Diva-Dog stop and smell the fab of it all....don't you agree there is nothing better than a freshly baked cookie? Er, too bad this par-tik dog cookie had no aroma...at all. Came from a place called, Sloan's.
Still, it was a tasty morsel and anything that says Princess in pink has to be good.
The weekend was a blur...yawn...my peeps and our guest, Gretchen, did a lot of running around...in and out of the condo...lots of chatting and plotting this and that with Moolie's projects and Gretchen's projects...blah, blah, blah. Big time 'round the condo!! Oh, yeah.
Mutts, I am a little miffed...the Sunday ride along Ocean Drive??? I got ditched and the three of 'em zipped off to who knows where, leaving my fluffy self alone to feel sad. Well, not THAT sad...I enjoyed my special "being left alone" treats.
But, I think the Diva would have enjoyed...what was it now...someplace called, The Four Seasons??? I love me some seasons, so there you go.
Oh, they went back to, The Breakers. It seems, Gaz and Moolie are getting in sort of a rut with all that place. The Diva does love a hotel that has security before you are even allowed to drive up to the valet guys. Now THAT is what you call PRETENTIOUS and then some. Doesn't seem to bother my two, even a little bitty bit.
Gretchen is flying out of WPB today and on to do all things...whatever it is she does with television and stuff. Who knows? The Diva doesn't even watch THAT much television and their chat about Moolie's blog and book and blah, blah, blah...just made me want to beg for more treats because my fluffy self gets bored, super fast, when the conversation dips into any direction pointing away from the Diva.
Kids...we did see the most amazing falling star from our balcony very late on Saturday evening. Moolie and Gretchen were sitting out there with wine, talking all things...major projects...when, swoosh...falling star. So, that star and that bright and gorgeous moon made the Diva get all dreamy and, suddenly, listening to Moolie and Gretchen talk business and fun stuff seemed pretty incredible. Besides, who knows, this crazy blog or, The Bainbridges, novel could end up...well, who knows where.
Hope your weekend was, howlin', but I really have to go and sniff around...I think there is some of that dog cookie left 'round here.
Bark at me.
Yeah, the weekend was a blur, but the cookie you see below made the Diva-Dog stop and smell the fab of it all....don't you agree there is nothing better than a freshly baked cookie? Er, too bad this par-tik dog cookie had no aroma...at all. Came from a place called, Sloan's.
Still, it was a tasty morsel and anything that says Princess in pink has to be good.The weekend was a blur...yawn...my peeps and our guest, Gretchen, did a lot of running around...in and out of the condo...lots of chatting and plotting this and that with Moolie's projects and Gretchen's projects...blah, blah, blah. Big time 'round the condo!! Oh, yeah.
Mutts, I am a little miffed...the Sunday ride along Ocean Drive??? I got ditched and the three of 'em zipped off to who knows where, leaving my fluffy self alone to feel sad. Well, not THAT sad...I enjoyed my special "being left alone" treats.
But, I think the Diva would have enjoyed...what was it now...someplace called, The Four Seasons??? I love me some seasons, so there you go.
Oh, they went back to, The Breakers. It seems, Gaz and Moolie are getting in sort of a rut with all that place. The Diva does love a hotel that has security before you are even allowed to drive up to the valet guys. Now THAT is what you call PRETENTIOUS and then some. Doesn't seem to bother my two, even a little bitty bit.
Gretchen is flying out of WPB today and on to do all things...whatever it is she does with television and stuff. Who knows? The Diva doesn't even watch THAT much television and their chat about Moolie's blog and book and blah, blah, blah...just made me want to beg for more treats because my fluffy self gets bored, super fast, when the conversation dips into any direction pointing away from the Diva.
Kids...we did see the most amazing falling star from our balcony very late on Saturday evening. Moolie and Gretchen were sitting out there with wine, talking all things...major projects...when, swoosh...falling star. So, that star and that bright and gorgeous moon made the Diva get all dreamy and, suddenly, listening to Moolie and Gretchen talk business and fun stuff seemed pretty incredible. Besides, who knows, this crazy blog or, The Bainbridges, novel could end up...well, who knows where.
Hope your weekend was, howlin', but I really have to go and sniff around...I think there is some of that dog cookie left 'round here.
Bark at me.
Hey Diva. Sorry you got ditched again. But sometimes it's for the good. I love me some hound dog cookies. Mommy bakes me fresh ones sometimes when she bakes Daddy his.
Of course, the "alone time" sucks. I bet the falling star was awesome.
You gotta listen to this, even when you get ditched sometimes, you still have the greatest peeps in the whole wide world and so are their friends.
My Monday has began good. I got to run errands with Mommy. We had a Breakfast Jack, Hashbrowns and a Coke. Yummy. I love errands with her. Daddy just gets the errands done and home again, home again, jiggity-jig.
Have a great Monday.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy & Co.
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