Some of Us Are Home (And Some Are Not)

Preface: All photos in this blog as well as the creative inspiration behind this bittersweet tale belong to our pal Petey to whom we are deeply indebted.

Well, it's true, Petey and I have left our lady loves on the other side of the Big Pee. Eric took us to Heathrow on the Fourth and Petey and I scampered off to our AireRuby flight, tickets in mouth, and now we're back in our respective homes in the US of A.

It was heartbreaking to leave my Gabbi, especially since Petey had found us such a sweet bungalow with bone shutters...

When I got home though, Mom was ecstatic to see me. But after a few minutes of excited tail wagging (me, not her) and scritches (her, not me), she looked around inquisitively and asked a very pointed question: "Jake, where's Just Harry?"

"Gee, Mom," I answered slowly. "Isn't he here already? He left our little group headed for Heathrow in Eric's zoomer and muttered something about making his own arrangements...."

And then, not sure whether I should spill the beans, I kind of added, "He did seem to be getting along really well with one of the Basset Sisters, Martha, and he said he was 'Just' going to hang around in Scotland with her for a bit. Apparently her sister, Bailey, had recently decided she had royal lineage and wanted Martha to be her handmaiden. But Martha, deciding that she preferred to be 'Just Martha,' asked our Harry what it was like to be 'Just Harry'. And while they were talking, they discovered they had a lot in common --- and well, that's all I know."

Except, I did get a glimpse of JH decked out in Scottish attire." "Where they are now is anybody's guess. But HRH Bailey is getting impatient to find her alleged handmaiden. And now you're upset too."

Oh dog oh dog oh dog -- does anyone out there know anything more before we're all really in big trouble??????

Jake