MIAMI AND TINY TREE TRIPPING AND THE OUTLAW DOG
Woof, Kids!
Guess you mutts and pups heard hurricane season ended yesterday. Of course, maybe you didn't. But, the Diva-Dog is telling ya. It is OV-AH for another year. Whew.
As you can see, B and I, taking a stroll near his Miami high rise, tripping through the pine trees...weren't all that concerned when hurricane season hadn't ended. Nah, the Diva was only concerned about getting my sniff on and staying close to my favorite guy, B. Cast your expressive eyes on that Miami sky...n-i-c-e!!
Kids, not to be a tattle-tale, we're no snitches...but, we couldn't resist snapping this cute little guy rippin' and rompin' in all his white fur glory on a NO DAWGS ALLOWED beach.
We admired his/her courage and utter bravery, 'cause they will whomp his little azz in a jiffy for scorning The Rules of The Island!!! Yeah, man.
Well, now it's time to get serious about holiday jazz.
Speaking of jazz...my peeps got jazzed on Sunday night at something or other at the Kravis. Me? Ditched at the dumb condo. Typical.
Well, can't live in the past, so here I am being all serious...relaxing on the tree skirt...by the tiny tree music box (even has a tiny train that runs on a tiny track around the tree). Pretty comfy, so think I may just lounge around the Christmas tree until Santa drops in for a martini, um, cookie.
Bark at me!!
Guess you mutts and pups heard hurricane season ended yesterday. Of course, maybe you didn't. But, the Diva-Dog is telling ya. It is OV-AH for another year. Whew. As you can see, B and I, taking a stroll near his Miami high rise, tripping through the pine trees...weren't all that concerned when hurricane season hadn't ended. Nah, the Diva was only concerned about getting my sniff on and staying close to my favorite guy, B. Cast your expressive eyes on that Miami sky...n-i-c-e!!
Kids, not to be a tattle-tale, we're no snitches...but, we couldn't resist snapping this cute little guy rippin' and rompin' in all his white fur glory on a NO DAWGS ALLOWED beach.We admired his/her courage and utter bravery, 'cause they will whomp his little azz in a jiffy for scorning The Rules of The Island!!! Yeah, man.Well, now it's time to get serious about holiday jazz.
Speaking of jazz...my peeps got jazzed on Sunday night at something or other at the Kravis. Me? Ditched at the dumb condo. Typical.Well, can't live in the past, so here I am being all serious...relaxing on the tree skirt...by the tiny tree music box (even has a tiny train that runs on a tiny track around the tree). Pretty comfy, so think I may just lounge around the Christmas tree until Santa drops in for a martini, um, cookie.
Bark at me!!
Personally, I think you are standing watch under that tree for the Fat Man, and won't let him pass without surrending a biscuit treat or two.
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Possibly.
Um, Gaz...Fat Man? Really, really harsh...not to mention really, really PI.
Still, a Santa bestowed biscuit sounds pretty tempting.
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Good Morning Diva.
The human with the white fur-ball must be named 'Hermione'. She loves breakin' the rules. Poor lil pup. What'll he/she do if her peep gets put in the poky? My paws are crossed for them both.
The Florida sky is almost as beautiful as my Texas sky. Of course, I've only seen snaps of your sky but it is wonderful to look at.
At least you have a tree skirt to snuggle under. Our tree is so small it has to sit on a table to be seen. But I still love it.
And a tiny train circling a tiny tree???How marvelous that must be. I have a giant Nutcracker and Santa's in satin robes that stand taller than me. Do you have your stocking up yet? Mine is. Everyday I look at it and say "I believe, I believe, I believe". I hope that works and the jolly ole elf fills it with biscuits for me. I've been good...ahem, well, almost every day.
Daddy says I'm a brat. I hope that won't go against me. Of course, Mommy says I'm not, that I'm adorable. I like Mommy's description best.
Have a terrific Tuesday.
High paws and nubbin' wags to ya.
Boston-Bitsy
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