Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Gotham City Chronicles 1

And so it begins -- our junket to NYC, the Big Apple, Gotham City. With the Number2Son. . . if we can locate him tonight. ET, call home.

And here's who's keeping the home fires burning. With an apparent broken heart.


Until the neighbors caring for Ben give him five treats a day instead of two, let him spend the night in their homes and take him for 5 zillion walks a day.

Buck up, buddy. We'll be home soon.
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2 comments:

  1. georgia little pea3/25/2011 3:25 AM

    He's not talking to you. I've seen that expression before. Not happy, Jan. Or Mary, as the case may be.

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  2. chandra3/31/2011 8:56 PM

    You may be heading to New York but I think Ben should be heading for Hollywood ... that pose and look is sadder than the saddest Disney movie!

    -Chandra at Daley's Dog Years

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