Finally... a post! And a farewell to a gud furiend, Puff Darby....

Howdy, pals... long time no bark. Part of dat is cuz I wuz deserted by my Momma and Daddy last week. 

Yep, dey just up and left me and Crockett all on our lonesum, to starve and die of loneliness......

Well, okay, dey left us wiff Whitley and Travis and der Momma, Kim, to take care of us (and Ally and Angelique were here too.)

So we wuzn't alone eggsactly.

But we wuz deserted. At furst I thought we wuz gonna be desserted wiff 2 "esses" and I wuz hopin' fur Key Lime Pie or Lemon Merr-ang.... but no such luck.

We had to go into Whit's room at night and share her Momma. She is Backup Momma, or Momma #2 as I calls her... Crockett figgered it out real qwick and we startin' suckin' up, I mean cozyin' up to her right away... Hey, when ya is deserted by yer folkses, ya gots to find who is in charge of da fud supply and make sure ya gits yer rashuns, ya know? Her room looked like Grand Central Stayshun fur cats and dogs...bol, bol... like a giant sleep-ovfur fur critters..

Momma and Daddy went to Key Biscayne, Florida... Daddy had sum bizzeeness dere and Momma went along fur sum unknown reezun... I mean, dere is no reezun gud enuff to leave yers truly and Crockett, too, ya know?

Here's sum photos frum Florida... 'pparently dey grows da lizards real big down dere.... like dey is a foot of two feets long!!! Wouldn't doze be fun to chase and bark? Did she bring us back one as a soo-veneer? NO. She did not. Da nerve of dat woman. NO sooveneers at all.  Humphhh....

Apparently, dere wuz a storm dere Saturday night.... 

But it cleared da beach off fur Sunday...

I told Momma dat da next beach she goes to she better take me and Whitley and it better have bigger waves and more burds fur us to bark at dan dis beach did... and maybe sum crabs or other critters to dig up...

Whitley luvs diggin' in da sand-- she becomes one sandy mess, dat's fur shure!

Oh a very sad note, our gud buddy, who we has known fur years frum Dogster and now is here on Blogger, Puff Darby or Puffy is goin' to da Rainbow Bridge... if y'all could go by his page and say yer good-byes, well, dat would help his folks at dis difficult time. 

We is gonna miss ya, Puffy. 

Bark ya later, gators....