My Oshun City Waddle Pitchers

Arfur heer. I am soooo tired. Better let Hugo do da tellin...wif my help, of corse...but he can spell bedder dan me. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hugo here . Whelp we made it home safe and sound in spite of a squeak and a cracked tire. Humans don't think we hounds notice things like that, but we want to get home, too. At the Olympics we arrived late as usual, but got to see so many dear friends of mama's and papa's - lots of hugging and stuff. Can't understand why they don't just sniff like us cuz it is so much easier. Vito was just nuts to meet and greet every creature he could, causing poor papa to be constantly tangled in our leashes. I am old. I am slow. But I do remember having the energy these youngsters have. So I just endure their eager pulls as they drag me around (which is why I tangle Dad up so he can't move and they can't go hehehe). The slaves could not leave us for the pawction, so we all went to Mickey D's, then ice cream, then hung around the campground - wait - Vito wants to say that we each got a plain burger with nuthing on it - very good - and we did not even try to steal the slaves' food tho we ate in the truck. We didn't get our own pawty this year, but for me it was just as well - I'm too old for that stuff. It was a much better time camping this year (except when the drunk man fell on Arfur and scared everyone to death and we all ate his spilled ice cubes that tasted strange...sorta smoky and strong smelling). We really did catch on during the second day in Ocean City. Even tho we did not do the pawrade (tho we went to the start of it), we still walked on the boardwalk and watched it and went to a picnic. As long as mama took me, the others trotted very well together. But get us in a crowd...trubble. Vito just can't resist any female of any species. Mama made a lot of clicks with her little black thing, though I must say that in a crowd of bassets and people you get a lot of pictures of people's bottoms and bending over in every direction. Some little people, uh, childrun gave us lots of treats which gave poor Arfur a story for going home. And when the slaves went to the usual place after the waddle where we smell food, we slept the whole time they were gone. They came back all happy and talked all the way back about how nice to visit old friends. Mama was upset that a cupple times she met friends she really wanted to talk to and then just never found them again at both the picnic and the waddle. After we went back to the campground, we walked around and met peeple we had met other times we were there. When we got back to the little house on wheels we slept the whole night...and late in the morning...unlike the first night, where we made mama take us out all through the night in the rain. We got a long tour of the campground before we left for home and left a row of blue bags to go in the trash. From the time we got on the road, Arfur cried. He cried and whined all the way up the parkway and mama kept saying how it wasn't like him something must be wrong. Checked the leash and collar...all ok. His cries got more and more urgent, but with the little house on wheels behind us, we could not stop right away. We finally found a stop and mama took Arfur walking first. He waited until they found grass (not nearby either) and then...soupy poopies. Poor Arfur was just a mess. Mama went and got him medicine and he would not take it. She finally sneaked it into him, but he was just aching. He was fine for the rest of the trip, tho, and was just so happy to get home in his own yard, his own bed. Me, I don't care where I sleep as long as they let me alone. Which doesn't happen at Ocean City, so home is nice. Vito...he wants to go go go wherever he is...however he has been sleeping since we got home except to eat. He just loved the waddle. Mama and papa were so happy to see their dear friends, so it makes us happy too. Mama says it is just too long between seeing many of them. Once a year is not enuff. So I gess the Trout Pawrade is the next stop for the LHOW and us.