A (Not So) Funny Thing Happened to Me While We Were at "Animal Camp!"

As the folks had a two-edged business trip to Sarasota, Florida, and Birmingam, Alabama, last week, Just Harry and I made arrangements for a week at our favorite "animal camp." {We also arranged to be air lifted out for a quick trip to Ioway to welcome Ms. Katie Lamb to her new home; but that's another story -- see Scruffy, Lacie and Stanny's blog for the details.]

Anyway -- upon our return, just as I was getting into my full rhythm of barking and jumping and barking and jumping and barking and jumping with the other campers, I suddenly found myself in a stuporous state and when I came to , I discovered that I was poodly. Yep, take a look, poodly!!!

And when they brought me a mirror to gaze upon my fortunately still wirey face, I discovered that my canines were sparkly white. I fully suspect that Mom had engineered (no, that's wrong, Dogdad's the engineer, Mom's the planner) - I fully suspect that Mom had planned this little surprise for me when she realized that my gums were not looking too chic. Just Harry apparently escaped this time as his situation wasn't as serious ... but I warned him to beware!!! When we finally got home last Friday, we had lots of cuddles to make up for lost time.

But what we most like to do when we get home from camp is -- snooze, and snooze, and snooze some more.

Once we got our home legs back, we checked out the patio.
At least JH did. I still had some more snoozes in me.
That is, until JH decided it was "is that you, my brother," time.
Must be that fresh breath and those pearly whites! {He kissed me. Ewwww! By the way, has anybody seen my Gabbi, except on FB?}

And finally -- back to the kitchen, where hope always springs eternal when Dogdad is at the counter
One of us on either side, just in case.
We'll have more via our pal, H.C. Bird, about what went on in Sarasota and Birmingam. But in the meantime - here is one of the few absolutely positively South Florida spring time signs: the beautiful but short-lived yellow tabebuia.
Wirey love, with constant thoughts and prayers for our fluffy pal in Southwest France, Digby, who is fighting the awful results of a brown tick bite!

Jake