Hi Everyone!
How was your weekend?
Daisy and I enjoyed our short trip to Los Angeles
over the weekend. We got lost at pretty much every
exit trying to find the Renegade Craft Fair, but
we finally located the park shortly after the
event kicked off.



Daisy and I wandered around, and found some great things
at the fair. I think Daisy was less concerned about
the crafts, and more into looking sexy for the
other pugs that were there.
"Does anyone know where the nearest pool is?
I have a smokin hot bikini I need to
put on."

"What's your name? I'm only in town for the day,
so I'll just call you Carlos."

After the fair, we went over to the
Beverly Hills Park to eat lunch.

There were a lot of the star tour buses circling
around the park at this time. One of them came around the block
as we were out on the grass, and Daisy decided to take a pit-bull
size poo right in front of them.


If they had a loudspeaker, I'm pretty sure they would have
announced, "Folks, to your right we have a beefy sexy
pug taking a poo on the Beverly Hills park lawn!
Look how elegant she is for the size of that
poo! Up next, Michael Jackson's
old house!"
Before we headed back, we made a stop at the Urban Pet
Dog Boutique for some dog goodies. Daisy picked out a toy,
and some purpley poo bags that smell like grape
goodness.

"We come all this way, and they put my
gifties in a paper bag? Can you go back inside
and ask them for a reusable bag, with a
sturdy handle?"

"I thought that toy looked bigger on the shelf."

After the dog store, we headed back.
Daisy was pretty tired, but don't let this photo
fool you, she is a wild woman in the car.

On our last home stretch back to Vegas, Daisy decides
to roll down the passenger side window, and flash
her pug nipsies to an oncoming car. I'm pretty
sure the car next to us saw her nipsies, and
heard me yelling "Holy soy balls,
get back in the seat!"
We are definitely buying a dog seat belt,
before we take our next road trip.