GAVEL RAPPING AND CREEPY CREEPS AND GEEKY GEEKS
Woof, Kids!
Time to get our weekend groove goin'. Hm. First, I gotta find it...then I'll be sure and kick that thing into gear. Um, I'll get to it...later. YAWN.
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If any of you hounds are in the mood to have an excessive overload of excess...hop on OV-AH to Delray Beach tomorrow and feast your expressive peepers on a load of, mostly, ill-gotten gains. The Marriott will be the scene of THE auction. That's right...Bernie Madoff's, ultra-tony, bits 'n bobs (some not quite so bitsy, we're thinking) slither onto the chopping block, um, auction block. Preview that divine crap at 12:30...gavel begins rapping for real at 1:00. Oh, you do have to be in, have someone in, or call in to Florida (yeah, THAT Delray...are there more?) for all the going, going, gone action. Wonder if they have any gilded dog beds?
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Oh, you mutts remember, Maxine, right? You do, I know you do. Maxine, from Tampa...blogs and blogs ago. Grouchy and mumbly, so we nicknamed her after...Maxine. Yeah, her. So, guess what? You got it...we've got another Maxine (insert major happiness here, uh-huh)...right here in the building...hanging out with her little hound. One little difference...she's not such a grouch. Little bit of one, tiny, but just seriously resembles Maxine. Her dog? Does not resemble Floyd. At all. Nope. Now, I'm looking for a replacement for that major Grouchy Tampa Geek...The Green Hornet. On second thought, rather not. Ugh and YUK!!!
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Hounds, The Mool is all disappointed because Gaz zipped on down to Miami yesterday and came home without Buttercream cupcakes. He passed it off as some business trip or whatever. I know, cupcakes again. Could not care less, has no impact on the Diva-Dog...I don't get to share in the cupcake craziness.
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Rode the lift (sorry, huge Anglophile dwells within) today with a canine, and I'm telling you, he looked 'zactly like a scrub brush. A scrub brush walking around on four legs. Sweet, just scruffy. Looked like Asta (look it up)...with bristly fur.
Oh, meant to tell you about another maniac...not a dog...person with a dog...he lets his mutt enter my personal dog-space up on the roof and then he (the zany man) just stares and doesn't speak to us. Creeps us out, but we think he's just being arrogant. Arrogant is as arrogant does. Keep shuffling your flip-flops, you're nothing special.
Gotta go get my arrogant on...KIDDING, you kids!!!
Have a howlin' weekend.
Bark at me!
Stay With...The Bainbridges of The Palm Beaches, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Time to get our weekend groove goin'. Hm. First, I gotta find it...then I'll be sure and kick that thing into gear. Um, I'll get to it...later. YAWN.
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If any of you hounds are in the mood to have an excessive overload of excess...hop on OV-AH to Delray Beach tomorrow and feast your expressive peepers on a load of, mostly, ill-gotten gains. The Marriott will be the scene of THE auction. That's right...Bernie Madoff's, ultra-tony, bits 'n bobs (some not quite so bitsy, we're thinking) slither onto the chopping block, um, auction block. Preview that divine crap at 12:30...gavel begins rapping for real at 1:00. Oh, you do have to be in, have someone in, or call in to Florida (yeah, THAT Delray...are there more?) for all the going, going, gone action. Wonder if they have any gilded dog beds?
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Oh, you mutts remember, Maxine, right? You do, I know you do. Maxine, from Tampa...blogs and blogs ago. Grouchy and mumbly, so we nicknamed her after...Maxine. Yeah, her. So, guess what? You got it...we've got another Maxine (insert major happiness here, uh-huh)...right here in the building...hanging out with her little hound. One little difference...she's not such a grouch. Little bit of one, tiny, but just seriously resembles Maxine. Her dog? Does not resemble Floyd. At all. Nope. Now, I'm looking for a replacement for that major Grouchy Tampa Geek...The Green Hornet. On second thought, rather not. Ugh and YUK!!!
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Hounds, The Mool is all disappointed because Gaz zipped on down to Miami yesterday and came home without Buttercream cupcakes. He passed it off as some business trip or whatever. I know, cupcakes again. Could not care less, has no impact on the Diva-Dog...I don't get to share in the cupcake craziness.
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Rode the lift (sorry, huge Anglophile dwells within) today with a canine, and I'm telling you, he looked 'zactly like a scrub brush. A scrub brush walking around on four legs. Sweet, just scruffy. Looked like Asta (look it up)...with bristly fur.
Oh, meant to tell you about another maniac...not a dog...person with a dog...he lets his mutt enter my personal dog-space up on the roof and then he (the zany man) just stares and doesn't speak to us. Creeps us out, but we think he's just being arrogant. Arrogant is as arrogant does. Keep shuffling your flip-flops, you're nothing special.
Gotta go get my arrogant on...KIDDING, you kids!!!
Have a howlin' weekend.
Bark at me!
Stay With...The Bainbridges of The Palm Beaches, www.gazmooliegallery.com
Hey Diva. I'm sitting here, looking out the window and watching Aunt Carla leaving for work. It's rainy and cool here in Arlington.
No more Green Hornets. A nice Maxine is ok. But arrogant maniac, not good. How about his intrusive (big word, did I say that?) hound? Nice or not?
I know Asta, or I say, Mommy told me about Asta and Mighty Manfred.
Auctions are fun to watch.
MIAMI AND NO BUTTERCREAM CUPCAKES!!!!!
That's just wrong. Shame on Gaz. But business does come first. After all he is the greatest businessman I know. Wait, he's the only businessman I know.
Hope you have a howlin' good weekend. Ours is gonna be wet and cool. I just love cool weather.
High damp paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Bitsy
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