It’s not a bit fair that I have to stay home on this side of the Atlantic with Dad and the unbelievably hateful hound that is my niece while Ma goes to see everyone in Ireland.
Just look at the fun she is having!
Parties and all those peeps and all that food.
I don’t see why I can’t go.
I’m her Service Dog!! They allow them to fly!!
See all those field and that sun. I could be romping there now over those hills down to the sea!!
As for that charcuterie board surely some must have been had by by Irish cousin “Rocksie” the cockapoo who I have it on good authority spent a lot of time under that table last night.
Blessing#1883-Party Time
Booming Banter 