

So Boy was gone for awhile, and he took the camera with him. Ribsy's relieved to see some ho-hum sunny scenery, and no evidence of whippets except for a silly bow-tied whippet on a card pic. (What kind of whippet would be caught dead wearing a bow tie? Ribsy wondered.)
But who's this spoiled princess of a dog getting HAND-FED, bit by bit, by her owner? Why, that's your cousin Lala the Yorkie. She takes awhile to warm up to folks apparently...

...even to our resident Dr. Doolittle, Boy, who stopped in at their Ocean City digs to eat meat and do stuff over the past weekend. All Lala wanted to do was nip at his ankles.
If only I was there, thought Ribsy. I'd give her a nipful. Hey Ribsy, simmer down. She is family.



All in all, despite the lack of Ribsy, great family times were had between Boy and his All-American clan on the boardwalk and beyond.
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