Saturday, January 21, 2006
Home again, home again!
Ahhh, home again! I missed Pensacola Beach so much, despite a wonderful week in Texas.
I get a bit nervous visiting Dallas since my hair automatically poofs up at least a coupl'a inches while there. (What? You never heard "The higher the hair, the closer to God?") I simply can't stop 'back-combing' when in Tennessee or Texas, especially when we're gearing up for the Miss America Pageant!
Pee Pup is relieved to be home since, for the past six days, he shared his Texas digs with Dolly Diva, an 11 month old, wildly flamboyant, flame-haired, hard-drinking Pomeranian. When Dolly Diva is in the house, one must strictly guard their glass. Whether champagne, diet coke, or bourbon and branch, that 10 pound little dog could drink both Paris Hilton and John Wayne under the table.
Pee Pup was shell-shocked at first by Dolly Diva who climbs everything like a squirrel, walks across the back of couches and table-tops in pursuit of drinks and hor d'oeuvres, or an entire Mexican dinner, if available. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, everyone pays for Dolly Diva's indiscretions with her incredibly odious emissions! Even Pee Pup crinkled his nose in disgust.
One bit of advice to fellow travelers: When making a trip from Florida to Texas and back, do not jump to conclusions regarding foul smells and your travel companions in confined areas. For example, refrain from exclamations such as, "Oh my gawd! Was that you or the dog?" (especiallly after a few days with a gassy, tiara'd Pomeranian). It really could be a paper mill -- or the Mississippi River.
How great it is to be back in Paradise -- and fresh air! Yehaw, y'all!