LOUIE, LOUIE...WE GOTTA GO...TO HIS BACKYARD
Woof, Kids!
I'm going to harp, just a little bit more, on our trip to Key West this week. M'kay?
It was all about Moolie and blah, blah, blah. Come ON, we all know it should, always, be about the number one Diva-Dog.
Bad enough to get ditched at the dumb West Palm condo, but to get ditched at some strange place while they go out dining and cavorting all OV-AH the number one KEY is just ree-dik!! Suppose it could have been worse, could have spent a few days at one of those "doggie hotels". Guess I'd better stop yapping and sassing, eh?
So, Louie, Louie they gotta go...sorry, I just love that classic song and I can't get it out of my head...back to topic, the Diva is pleased as punch to post these snaps. Uh-huh. Yes, it's the The Mool, at a place called Louie's Backyard. Mutts, they hung out and had this amazing dinner and wine while I was looking at some mosquito netting draped and swagging all around the bed back at the, well, Bed & Breakfast.
Here we are, again, they kept lugging me to that dumb capsule and I continued to be unimpressed by it all. Yawn. I'm now thinking that thing looks sort of like signage pointing you toward the nearest government bomb shelter. What is the big deal? So you are at the end of the map, southernmost speaking...ho-hum. Where's my ice cold water and bag of treats?
Actually, Key West is great...the Diva is just cynical, a lil bit. You hounds should just get there and honor Hemingway and have a beer or a bag of dog treats. Cool.
Now, go on...fly on into Friday and be the fabulous kids you know you are.
One more thing, click your paws on over to, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches...Chapter Ten awaits!!
Bark at me!!
I'm going to harp, just a little bit more, on our trip to Key West this week. M'kay?
It was all about Moolie and blah, blah, blah. Come ON, we all know it should, always, be about the number one Diva-Dog.
Bad enough to get ditched at the dumb West Palm condo, but to get ditched at some strange place while they go out dining and cavorting all OV-AH the number one KEY is just ree-dik!! Suppose it could have been worse, could have spent a few days at one of those "doggie hotels". Guess I'd better stop yapping and sassing, eh?So, Louie, Louie they gotta go...sorry, I just love that classic song and I can't get it out of my head...back to topic, the Diva is pleased as punch to post these snaps. Uh-huh. Yes, it's the The Mool, at a place called Louie's Backyard. Mutts, they hung out and had this amazing dinner and wine while I was looking at some mosquito netting draped and swagging all around the bed back at the, well, Bed & Breakfast.
Here we are, again, they kept lugging me to that dumb capsule and I continued to be unimpressed by it all. Yawn. I'm now thinking that thing looks sort of like signage pointing you toward the nearest government bomb shelter. What is the big deal? So you are at the end of the map, southernmost speaking...ho-hum. Where's my ice cold water and bag of treats?Actually, Key West is great...the Diva is just cynical, a lil bit. You hounds should just get there and honor Hemingway and have a beer or a bag of dog treats. Cool.
Now, go on...fly on into Friday and be the fabulous kids you know you are.
One more thing, click your paws on over to, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches...Chapter Ten awaits!!
Bark at me!!
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