NINETY MILES TO CUBA, AND ROOSTERS ON THE LOOSE
Woof, Kids!
The Diva-Dog was recently only ninety miles from Cuba. Cuba!!! Check out my tongue and tail hanging to the ground, AND how excited I look. Oh, yeah...cool, er, hot...really HOT, yep!!
Mutts, I have always wanted to see Cuba. You know what I mean...birth home of Desi Arnaz, all those classic cars and colorful structures. That is my imaginary image of it. Imaginary and from the movies and news shows and stuff.
Plus, I have always wanted to smoke some Cuban cigars. Wait, that's illegal in the U. S. Wait, I don't smoke. Well, how cool would I look holding a Cuban cigar between my paws? Wait, I really would just like to have the cigar box to hold my treats and that paper cigar band-thing to wear as a ring. Wait, even better? Moolie has a PURSE made from a cigar box and I could just grab it, stash my sweet potato nuggets and save myself a little old cigar and "dog goes to the slammer" scandal. Now that I think about it, the Diva-Dog wouldn't look all that glam in some prison garb.
Please, understand her crazy purse didn't come from Cuba, but it's still way cool. Very. Safer too.
Now that I don't have to ponder puppy prison or a long salty swim to that Cuban Craziness, take a peek at Gaz hangin' with the Diva at the Southermost part of the Continental United States in Key West. Awesome. BTW, in Key West...almost everything is Southernmost this 'n that. We decided if we stood still long enough, they would prolly dub us...Southermost idiot-bums hanging out on a curb, or somethin'. We kept moving.
But, come on, you'd think they could do better than THAT cold capsule inspired sign-thing to mark such an important point in the U.S., huh? I mean who designed that obelisk-wanna-be, some pharmaceutical company? Looks like those old Contact (were those things spelled with a t?) /pills Moolie took for sinus insanity. Kids, I'm being generous when I say, designed. Ahem.
To be honest, the Diva was totally bored by the entire...90 miles to Graceland, um, Cuba scene. Nah, much more interesting were all the zippy roosters on the loose. You couldn't swing a dead alligator without some nutty rooster struttin' it's feathery stuff. When there is a rooster hangin' out at the gas station...that is just too much for the Diva...a bark and growl just had to slip out. Natch, the peeps shushed me. For some reason when we left the station...next stop...Chick-fil-A. KIDDING, you crazy canines.
Um, I thought Key West was supposed to be all about Hemingway and those crazy six-toed felines, not roosters!!!
Bark at me.
The Diva-Dog was recently only ninety miles from Cuba. Cuba!!! Check out my tongue and tail hanging to the ground, AND how excited I look. Oh, yeah...cool, er, hot...really HOT, yep!!Mutts, I have always wanted to see Cuba. You know what I mean...birth home of Desi Arnaz, all those classic cars and colorful structures. That is my imaginary image of it. Imaginary and from the movies and news shows and stuff.
Plus, I have always wanted to smoke some Cuban cigars. Wait, that's illegal in the U. S. Wait, I don't smoke. Well, how cool would I look holding a Cuban cigar between my paws? Wait, I really would just like to have the cigar box to hold my treats and that paper cigar band-thing to wear as a ring. Wait, even better? Moolie has a PURSE made from a cigar box and I could just grab it, stash my sweet potato nuggets and save myself a little old cigar and "dog goes to the slammer" scandal. Now that I think about it, the Diva-Dog wouldn't look all that glam in some prison garb.
Please, understand her crazy purse didn't come from Cuba, but it's still way cool. Very. Safer too.
Now that I don't have to ponder puppy prison or a long salty swim to that Cuban Craziness, take a peek at Gaz hangin' with the Diva at the Southermost part of the Continental United States in Key West. Awesome. BTW, in Key West...almost everything is Southernmost this 'n that. We decided if we stood still long enough, they would prolly dub us...Southermost idiot-bums hanging out on a curb, or somethin'. We kept moving.
But, come on, you'd think they could do better than THAT cold capsule inspired sign-thing to mark such an important point in the U.S., huh? I mean who designed that obelisk-wanna-be, some pharmaceutical company? Looks like those old Contact (were those things spelled with a t?) /pills Moolie took for sinus insanity. Kids, I'm being generous when I say, designed. Ahem.
To be honest, the Diva was totally bored by the entire...90 miles to Graceland, um, Cuba scene. Nah, much more interesting were all the zippy roosters on the loose. You couldn't swing a dead alligator without some nutty rooster struttin' it's feathery stuff. When there is a rooster hangin' out at the gas station...that is just too much for the Diva...a bark and growl just had to slip out. Natch, the peeps shushed me. For some reason when we left the station...next stop...Chick-fil-A. KIDDING, you crazy canines.
Um, I thought Key West was supposed to be all about Hemingway and those crazy six-toed felines, not roosters!!!
Bark at me.
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