Yesterday I heard Momma talking about abandoning me to go into the big city of Boston Master Chew Sits and hang out with some other DWB ladies. Not to be totally excluded, I borrowed a page from Brutus the Frenchie and had Master render flat versions of me and Pee-Wee that would be subtle enough not to cause alarm amongst the city folk.
Momma is unaccustomed to driving on the highway in traffic and was most enraged when she reached the toll plaza where apparently many illiterate humans did not understand the signs saying, "cash people stay right" and subsequently created a most large traffic jam. She got HBO word mad and after fifteen minutes even cut off a lady that she called a very bad name. Shocking.
But eventually we did arrive at our first destination, that's right, the actual estate of Agatha and Archie! Oh boy!
They were most eager to greet me and took us all on a lovely walkie in their neighborhood.
To my delight, flat Asta was in residence at the A&A estate and the two of us were shown the view from A&A's observation tower. Lucky for me my flat self can go up stairs because they live way up in the sky, huh?
I even got to visit Agatha's bomb shelter.
Hmmm... this bed sure looks comfy.
I did note that Agatha and Archie have many more beds than my large and in need of soft places to meditate self. I am going to speak to Momma about that.
I think Agatha should come to my house to teach the puppy the proper response to a big dog which is to roll over and freeze, not go all wiggly squirmy forcing one to subdue him with one's large and full of many sharp teeth snooter.
Off we went into the North End of Boston. I was worried it might be snowing, what with being up north and all, but except for a slight breeze, it was almost the same weather as at my estate.
The whole place smelled most yummerlishous of tasty Italian foodables.
We had to wait at the bar for our table.
Look! Its Eric the Square from across the big pee! He had to bring signs to interpret his words what with him speaking British and all which is almost like American, but kind of difficult to understand.
I think flat Asta is already passed out on the bar.
Flat Lacie was there too and Pee-Wee was brave enough to check out her butt. Yikes! It really is enormous!
I wish Master had made my flat self life size. Look at what a pin head I am next to the big old swelled headed beastie.
Isn't it amazing how the humans resemble their pups?
Along with Asta's mommi and my own Momma who never looked better I must say.
Idiot Pee-Wee got confused about the proper location in which to conduct his personal business.
But Lacie and Asta soon set him straight.
After dinner, as we left the restaurant most full of yummers foodables, who should we meet but Toffee! In person!
You can imagine how the pupparzzi were all snapping their flashie boxes. And the peoples were stopping and staring at this famous Boston pup.
And she brought Riley who apparently has legs made of springs and an extra motor to wag his stumpy little tail.
By the time we got home it was very late and even though only my flat self went, I was still exhausted.
Besides, the puppy alarm will go off at 5AM no matter when one retires, so best to catch a bit of shut eye post haste.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!