Off to Amelia Island
In a couple of hours Mr. Pop, Martini and I are off to Amelia Island for the rest of the week. The Mayor, Fred the Cat, will be at the vets and he’ll also be getting his yearly shots. Double hell for the ladies who work at the vet’s.
Mr. Pop will be attending meeting and Martini and I will be doing a little shopping in between being beach bums. I’ve already scoped out a little doggie boutique on the island so my wallet better be ready for some serious action.
I plan to basically tune out the world and all news related items until we get back home. My sanity needs a rest. Besides I would rather fuss over a little dog than fuss about the goings on in the world.
Be sweet and I’ll see you next Monday.
Mr. Pop will be attending meeting and Martini and I will be doing a little shopping in between being beach bums. I’ve already scoped out a little doggie boutique on the island so my wallet better be ready for some serious action.
I plan to basically tune out the world and all news related items until we get back home. My sanity needs a rest. Besides I would rather fuss over a little dog than fuss about the goings on in the world.
Be sweet and I’ll see you next Monday.
posted by pissed off patricia at 2:50 AM
3 Comments:
Enjoy yourself. Don't let Martini rub Fred's nose in it when you get back.
Have a blast and a drink for me. Something with pineapple juice and maybe an little umbrella.
Enjoy your vacation, socialist frogs.
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