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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sightseeing And Showstopping

Bunny here at the keyboard with more about my big trip.

Sunday afternoon, most of the vendors were done selling stuff.  We were pretty tired of shopping anyway.  So, we decided to get in the car and drive to the historic part of Lewes, which is near Dewey.  It was really pretty there and they even had a boutique for dogs. 

As we were walking across the street after getting out of the car, a woman from Germany asked how much DJ cost.  She thought we must have cost about a thousand dollars.  When his mom told her that we only cost a small adoption fee, she was stunned. 

We were trying to walk to the little pet boutique, but it took us about twenty minutes to get there because people kept stopping us and asking about us, wanting to pet us and admire us.  That happened a lot on the boardwalk at Rehoboth, too.  I don't mind because hopefully telling everyone about what great pets we are and letting them fall in love with us helps other hounds get homes someday, too.  It sure was nice being so popular.  A girl could get used to it!

Anyroo, we finally got to the pet boutique and there was a woman in there whose daughter has a Greyhound.  She went crazy fussing over me and so did the man who owns the store.  We had a good laugh about the sign in the door.

They had a freezer with frozen yogurt for dogs and since it was warm that afternoon, Mom bought me one.  Mine was Razz Puppy flavored.  We were thirty cents short to get the ice cream and the man said not to worry about it and the woman with the Greyhound granddaughter paid him fifty cents for it.  It was kind of funny, they were fighting over it a little so I could have the frozen yogurt.  It got all sorted out and I went outside to eat it.  It was delicious! 

It was another great day of vacation!  I was sad that it was over, but I've heard that Morgan is missing me something fierce and is on a hunger strike, so I had to go home.  Plus, I don't want Dad to celebrate his birthday without me.  If they were with us, I'd just ask if we could all move to lower, slower Delaware!


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