One minute I was just showing off my Fred-like moves while other couples, including Lucia and Buster, my younger brother and the elegant Princess Willow, my pals Asta Fashionista and her Gooberlove Stanny, and young Stella and Toffy danced to the romantic music -- and the irrepressible Lacie made her entrance in a flowing lavender gown.
But then, the next minute, I was alone with Gabbi, the elegant and exotic young beagle of my recent dreams, and we were exchanging wirey woofs and houndy howls and pee-mail addresses and mobile paw numbers. I hope she meant all the things she said. After all, we were in the city that never sleeps, where the champagne was flowing and everything is possible.
Could this be love? Love across the miles? Or just one of those unforgettable moments?
Only time will tell.
In the meantime, Gabbi, please send me your photo and, in all the enchantment of the moment, I forgot to ask you one important question: could your family accept another terrier-beagle romance? Or is one enough?
My Mom always says, "Life is merrier with a terrier (or two)." But then, she's kind of looney that way!
Please note: photos courtesy of Asta and Petey!!!