PALM BEACH FLOATING PRINCESS
Woof, Kids!
Friday, fabulous Friday. Ah, the weekend. We ponder it, at night, on the terrace.
The Mool and I have been gazing upon this certain ship, NOPE, not that treasure hunting scamming thing. Nah, it's something called the Princess something-. It cruises and floats out in the Atlantic and people dine and dance and relax. We hear they may gamble if they wish. Now, that's what I'm talking about for a weekend kinda thing. Hop on some tub and start throwing money down a rat-hole, I mean slot machine. Listen, we gotta do this, gotta. Wait, are dogs allowed? I am a Diva-Princess!!! Cha-ching!!
Sadness this week...Mary Travers, Patrick Swayzy, Henry Gibson, Daisy Simpson and the coyote situation, huh? Just the sads, that's all I will say.
Speaking of coyote predators brings me to a little something I saw in some informational book on The Palm Beaches. Guess what? There is a special number to call to report troublesome...alligators. Yep, you just call 'em up and rat out those snappers! One little thing though...they have to be over four feet in length. Kids, let me tell you if I see any alligator just hangin' out lookin' for lunch...ANY length, I consider that troublesome, big time, and I won't be zipping out my ruler to check inches, feet, kilometers...you know what I'm saying.
Happier topic to discuss? The Gretch will be poppin' on a jet plane this weekend to hop back over to Minnesota to see Mary Popp-in, er, Poppins. Can't keep up with the schedule of that crazy kid, so I don't even try. She is just too much of a jet-setter. We hope she has a blast, celebrating and singing!!!
Heard from the land of the Pudge, over in the Lone Star State and he his doing just fine. BUT, there could be a lawsuit in the wings. Well, maybe not, but BD (Big Daddy) saw some kind of nutty greeting card with an image of, almost, the Pudgy himself. Listen, if Paris (ite) is suing 'cause her dumb image is on a greeting card...why not a dog. Potato/Po-TAH-toe...if you get my drift...and, I think you do.
Back to that floating casino and buffet bucket. One person you prolly won't see stuffin' dirty nickels into the Wheel of Fortune one-armed-bandit? The matriarch of the Jackson clan. Did you hear that Grandma Jackson is getting sumpin' like $86,000.00 per month for "living expenses"? What recession? Hope MJ's three kids, not icky Joe, see some of that loot. Poor kids, and I don't mean monetarily.
Mutts, everybody's been workin' for the weekend...now get out there and HOWL.
Bark at me!
Friday, fabulous Friday. Ah, the weekend. We ponder it, at night, on the terrace.
The Mool and I have been gazing upon this certain ship, NOPE, not that treasure hunting scamming thing. Nah, it's something called the Princess something-. It cruises and floats out in the Atlantic and people dine and dance and relax. We hear they may gamble if they wish. Now, that's what I'm talking about for a weekend kinda thing. Hop on some tub and start throwing money down a rat-hole, I mean slot machine. Listen, we gotta do this, gotta. Wait, are dogs allowed? I am a Diva-Princess!!! Cha-ching!!Sadness this week...Mary Travers, Patrick Swayzy, Henry Gibson, Daisy Simpson and the coyote situation, huh? Just the sads, that's all I will say.
Speaking of coyote predators brings me to a little something I saw in some informational book on The Palm Beaches. Guess what? There is a special number to call to report troublesome...alligators. Yep, you just call 'em up and rat out those snappers! One little thing though...they have to be over four feet in length. Kids, let me tell you if I see any alligator just hangin' out lookin' for lunch...ANY length, I consider that troublesome, big time, and I won't be zipping out my ruler to check inches, feet, kilometers...you know what I'm saying.
Happier topic to discuss? The Gretch will be poppin' on a jet plane this weekend to hop back over to Minnesota to see Mary Popp-in, er, Poppins. Can't keep up with the schedule of that crazy kid, so I don't even try. She is just too much of a jet-setter. We hope she has a blast, celebrating and singing!!!
Heard from the land of the Pudge, over in the Lone Star State and he his doing just fine. BUT, there could be a lawsuit in the wings. Well, maybe not, but BD (Big Daddy) saw some kind of nutty greeting card with an image of, almost, the Pudgy himself. Listen, if Paris (ite) is suing 'cause her dumb image is on a greeting card...why not a dog. Potato/Po-TAH-toe...if you get my drift...and, I think you do.
Back to that floating casino and buffet bucket. One person you prolly won't see stuffin' dirty nickels into the Wheel of Fortune one-armed-bandit? The matriarch of the Jackson clan. Did you hear that Grandma Jackson is getting sumpin' like $86,000.00 per month for "living expenses"? What recession? Hope MJ's three kids, not icky Joe, see some of that loot. Poor kids, and I don't mean monetarily.
Mutts, everybody's been workin' for the weekend...now get out there and HOWL.
Bark at me!
Happy Friday Diva and all you Dawgs.
Floating slot machines, grub and buckle shining? Sounds like human heaven (or is it haven?). When my peeps go to Oklahoma, they have to make it to this quaint casino in Elgin. Both my peeps won some this week. But that doesn't mean treats for this Boston (since I'm on a no treat diet).
Any size 'gator,to me, is a threat. Did you know, you can't walk you 'gator on the sidewalk in Louisiana? If you see someone walking theirs, get your fluffy self outta there and take Moolie/Gaz with you. Mommy saw a dead rattliesnake in the Wichita Mountains Wednesday morning. Daddy wanted to cut it rattlers off for her but she threatened to make him walk back to Texas if he did. Hooray for Mommy.
I bet watching ships on the Atlantic is relaxing. Watching them go up and down and up and down and up...wait a sec, I think I'm seasick.
Maybe the rain will hold off and you get to cruise Sunday.
High paws and slightly damp nubbin' wags to the bestest Diva in Florida.
Bitsy
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