Summer-dazed

Hello all, sorry to be so long delayed, but I have been lazing about my own private beach ( occasionally one sees miscreant interlopers), while my Mom does something called house hunting. I can't say I approve of the whole house hunting thing; I certainly have seen nothing particularly tasty derive from it.

Lately though, I have remained ensconced in my home, in order to avoid the terrible fur-frizzing humidity.

So much to catch you all up on: My summer fling with the rock star, Bono (in the former of a fab poodle mix);

my forays into the great ocean;


and, of course, the approaching departure of my morning play group mate, Tobey, whose folks are dragging him off to some dog-awful burg called Maryland.

I promise to fill you all in on the delightful (and, at times, devastating) details soon soonest.

In the meantime, I thank you all for checking up on me. Please let me know how you are spending your hot, sultry days (and nights, of course).

Kiss, Kiss
Lick, lick

banba