[strandinthewind]

You should seen it when I flew her with me (in the cabin mind you ) to New Orleans and plopped her down on the marble check in counter of the Ritz Carlton there. I was like - "IS OUR ROOM READY YET" Then, she had her own barstool in the bar next to, of course, MINE At one point, the piano player, who ADORED HER (so what's not to love ) - was playing "Wynee the Pooh" and people in the bar were singing along - then she started barking to it. Good Times