We finally found our camera from where Bob had hidden it.    He says that my Mom is no way near the photo graph taking person that his darling Miss Bev is.   He is embarrased at the quality of the picutres from The Shure Pets Party, so he hid the camera when he got home.   Stupid Baby.    Doesn't he know The Princess can find anything?

Frankly, I have to admit that this time, he is probably right.    My Mom definately needs to stick with running Everything & The Dog, and give up any idea of becomming a photo taking expert.

However, on the other paw, they aren't that bad.  This is Bob's newest GirlFriend.   She has obviously been snacking at the party table and on top of that has probably stolen that little toy she has taken under this chair.  I asked Bob what her name was, but he can't remember.     It may have been a one night stand. 






This is Bob (on the right in case you forgot what his little face looks like).   He is sniffing a very nice older Beagle who has just been spritzed with a wonderful smelling cologne.  I think my Mom has purchased some of it.  I hope those are my Gram's fingers under Bob's chin, or else Bob has developed a very strange growth that the vet may want to look at.


I think there will be quite a nice article in The Washington Post about the Party.    I suspect that the official photo taking man from The Post may have taken better pictures.   I certainly hope so.   Sorry, Mom, but don't quit your Day Job.

Love and Licks,
Daisy.