Dear Human Readers,
As my last “weblog” post received a fair amount of attention here and on The Facebook, my human owners have asked me to write another one.
Last weekend, following my direct orders, my humans put me and Jack in a car and took us to a bichon party in Whippany, NJ. Personally, as the oldest bichon in attendance, I spent most of my time sitting under a chair. I also bothered the people preparing food, cleverly capitalizing on the fact that I reminded them of my departed brother Domino.
On the way to the party, however, we passed through a place whose smell I vaguely remember: Flemington, NJ. This is where I was born and spent my puppy days. Naturally, I made groaning noises until my humans were forced to stop.
Flemington has a nice downtown area with plenty of good smells and attractive ironwork to pee on.
My humans found a restaurant called Cocco’s Cafe. Here, they purchased sandwiches and salads.
They also purchased soda made by hippies.
During the meal, I sat under the table and communed with my sister’s handbag. Sadly, my humans did not drop much food. My Tom did buy toxic (chocolate) gelato, however, and my nephew Jack stole a lick of it when he wasn’t looking.
After the meal, my sister drove us on to the party.
I very much enjoyed returning to my original home, and will certainly demand to stop again should my humans drive within 50 miles of it in the future.