HMM: so this is Thanksgiving??

Good Day, Chaps....Seymour here, Jackson's wheeled Stuffie....I'm still in the "Burg"....though this place gets odder and odder.

Lacie and Scruffy "invited" me to go to camp with them last weekend, while Mumsie et al went to Charlotte, NC to visit Big Sister, Cat Woman.


This teeny tiny pic is "camp." Ahh....NOOOOOOOO. So I drove 463 miles with Mumsie and Daddy acting as the GPS system. Upon arrival, we decided to take Big Bruvver, Sister and their accompanying significant others to the drive through zoo north of Charlotte. Judging from the looks of some of the animals, there's a lot of hanky panky between species goin' on after midnight.

WHAT IS WITH THIS SIGN????




That is complete unmitigated hogwash.

Check out this dude....sorta looked like the toll takers on the turnpike!

This is a rather stately creature...think of the scarves Lacie would dress him in. He had this irritating habit of tossing his head back when he swallowed his crunchies, effectively dumping them all over your lap. Well, I don't exactly have a lap, but you can catch my drift.

Now here's a handsome fellow. Daddy put Mumsie's window down in the LOCKED position. This sounds like grounds for divorce to me.

Yeppers, he's movin' right in on Mumsie!

You have to click on this pic to get the actual slobber experience....see the drool hanging on his face? He shoved his head on Mumsie's lap where she had her feed bucket jammed between her knees. He drooled and spit food all over her and the car. He decided it would be a LOT more fun to do lickies....like all over her face and hands and coat. His tongue is almost as big as Lacie. Being a safety minded person, she had her seatbelt on and couldn't escape....or put up the window. So she just screamed. The others in the car were incontinent of urine. Like they peed their pants. It takes a lot to get old Seymour to howl with laughter, but this was it. I had tears running down my stuffed face.

This is where we had my first Thanksgiving dinner....I'm from England, remember. We didn't do that Indian/settler thing in our history. The above pretty lass is Bailee....Big Burver's girlfriend's cockapoo. She's still a pup...and an anatomical anomaly...she has no bones in her body...she bends....very flexible doggie. And, I may add, an excellent face washer after partaking in the repast spread on the table. Turkey, potatoes, vegetables, salad, 2 kinds of pie....it was breathtaking. My wheels were creaking after eatin' all of that. Mumsie had two glasses of wine and felt horrible the whole next day. A true lightweight, that one is....

Here's Bailee smilin' at how much Scruffy and Lacie missed at camp. We brought lotsa leftovers back for them, but Big Bruvver ate em' in the car. Oopsie..........

Upon arrival home, we were truly dismayed to here of Jaffa's horrific experience with the bad Advil. We dogs and hoomans have been thinking of him everyday and sending our thoughts and prayers for his recovery.

Hope you all had a fab holiday.....and I hope Mumsie can fix her printer to print out the addresses for the holiday card exchange. I just really hope I don't have to dress up.....

Yours, Seymour