PALM BEACH PEEKING AT HALLOWEEN AND CALLING A CANUCK
Woof, Kids!
Tuesday evening we headed over to, (insert lyrical and/or romantic music here for drama) The Island, just to cruise by the Atlantic...you know, to make sure it was still there. It was.
The photo today? Can you guess? Yep, that dumb Halloween costume I mentioned a few blogs back reared it's head. Actually, it was my head that did the rearing. That thing, has been lurking in a linen closet, but I knew it was just a matter of time, So, thought I'd give you just a little sneak peek. Exciting, huh? Really awesome. More to come. Know you're thrilled.
How, you may wonder, did the very clever Diva allow this to happen. Simple. The Mool, always the sly-dawg, pulled a fast one, lured me with tempting cuddles and behind the ears rubbing. The Diva-Dog let the old guard down, rolled tummy up and bam...before I could get my howl on, she pulled a fast one and zipped that pink mess on my fluffy fur. Man.
I do miss the guys up and over in Tampa...last year they surprised me and left the best little carved Dog-o-Lantern (I can call it that if I want). It was the sweetest thing. Yes, we miss the guys!!
Even less interesting than my costume mutterings? Trying to get an adjustment made to one of our dining room windows. This is a brand new place, so there are always a few kinks, you know. But, For the Love of Lassie...Maestro of fixing all things...appeared early. EARLY. Mool had to stop writing and slap on something decent, her robe has seen better days, let me tell you. Maestro comes in, has a five second look, declares a specialist must be called in...from Canada (not kidding) and it could take a long, long...long, long time. It's a simple adjustment. Canada? Okay then. We'll just continue to let it slide down a little too far until some Canuck will fix it right up. Yippee-Skippy!!
Kids, that's the kind of work to have. Have a little look- see, call in someone else. Amen and pass the biscuits. Dog biscuits!!!
Bark at me!!
STAY WITH...The Bainbridges of The Palm Beaches, http://www.gazmooliegallery.com/
Tuesday evening we headed over to, (insert lyrical and/or romantic music here for drama) The Island, just to cruise by the Atlantic...you know, to make sure it was still there. It was. The photo today? Can you guess? Yep, that dumb Halloween costume I mentioned a few blogs back reared it's head. Actually, it was my head that did the rearing. That thing, has been lurking in a linen closet, but I knew it was just a matter of time, So, thought I'd give you just a little sneak peek. Exciting, huh? Really awesome. More to come. Know you're thrilled.
How, you may wonder, did the very clever Diva allow this to happen. Simple. The Mool, always the sly-dawg, pulled a fast one, lured me with tempting cuddles and behind the ears rubbing. The Diva-Dog let the old guard down, rolled tummy up and bam...before I could get my howl on, she pulled a fast one and zipped that pink mess on my fluffy fur. Man.
I do miss the guys up and over in Tampa...last year they surprised me and left the best little carved Dog-o-Lantern (I can call it that if I want). It was the sweetest thing. Yes, we miss the guys!!
Even less interesting than my costume mutterings? Trying to get an adjustment made to one of our dining room windows. This is a brand new place, so there are always a few kinks, you know. But, For the Love of Lassie...Maestro of fixing all things...appeared early. EARLY. Mool had to stop writing and slap on something decent, her robe has seen better days, let me tell you. Maestro comes in, has a five second look, declares a specialist must be called in...from Canada (not kidding) and it could take a long, long...long, long time. It's a simple adjustment. Canada? Okay then. We'll just continue to let it slide down a little too far until some Canuck will fix it right up. Yippee-Skippy!!
Kids, that's the kind of work to have. Have a little look- see, call in someone else. Amen and pass the biscuits. Dog biscuits!!!
Bark at me!!
STAY WITH...The Bainbridges of The Palm Beaches, http://www.gazmooliegallery.com/
Hey Diva.Oh, I'm so sorry. Drat that linen closet. I must say, that Moolie is devious and sly. Even the Great and Powerful Diva must fall prey to the Mighty Mool. As for me, a tummy rub and I'm putty in Mommy's hands.
I can only go by your snaps of the Atlantic but I bet it's breath-takingly beautiful, especially with that harvest moon over Miami, I mean, West Palm Beach. Gaz's pic makes me want to howl, only I don't know how to howl. Do you?
Mommy has a shirt kinda like Moolies. It says 'Agenda for the Day'...
Let Dog Out
Let Dog In
Let Dog Out...Well, you get the idea. Since I'm on a no treat diet, bugging Mommy isn't so much fun. 'Cause I don't get a treat when I come in.
Have a great Wednesday. It's gonna be another rainy Wednesday for me (I hate wet foots).
High paws and nubbin' wags and hoping for the best for you on the costume bit.
Bitsy
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