The Prince does Toronto !!

picture marking.

Bo has always been and will always be a brat. He rode that bike one too many times without a helmet.

Mitchell?

And I thought I hated parades.

Saturday.

Time to run and get my hair cut before The Prince sees me again. It's so embarassing meeting someone before you complete your spring shed

Load the dogs into the car, swing by hotel, The Prince leaps in athletically. And handsomely.

Cleo and Bailey aren't sure right away, but quickly learn that The Prince is going to be a very good friend. Cleo loves being called 'Darling' frequently. She's a smart dog. :wink: Bailey comes around when The Prince rescues him from being tangled in my seatbelt.

It starts to snow as we drive further and further north. By the time we get to Major Mac, it's a blizzard. We both know that cav knows we're on our way to see him.

It's Saturday, and the cemetary gates are shut. The Prince and I (oh, I love the sound of that), climb over some rocks around the edges of the gates, the dogs leap over them. We start walking. It takes about twenty minutes to reach cav. The dogs, who have been leaping and bounding about in the snow, settle down as The Prince speaks to cav. They are quiet, and stay by our sides as we both speak to cav, and hug, and talk to each other, and talk to cav some more.

And it keeps snowing.

After about 20 - 30 minutes with cav, we head back for the road, and the car. The dogs seem to feel a need to break the mood, and try to make us laugh.

Back in the car. The dogs fall asleep, and The Prince bears witness to Cleo's wonderful snorty snoring.

The snow stops, and we take the dogs home, and head back across the city to visit the cavMom and cavDad, who have invited the local A2K'rs to tea.


Next chapter.

Tea and cavStories!

That's beautiful, ehBeth. No tears now, just wonderful memories of poetry and ribaldry.

Very nice.

Pacco barking along as I read...

Still waiting for ehBeth
Since ehBeth started the story, I will let her finish it. All I want to say is that I am very glad to have inherited new friends (JoeB, Prince Sparky) and so has the wee Cav (though he hasn't given up on Cleo) and we were both happy to see some old friends (BGW, ehBeth) and it was just soooooooooo wonderful. Cav showed up with the snow for a little while, just as we were all settling in at our place. He just wanted to make sure that we all got along...was there any doubt?

And boy, can that BGW eat!!! I still have to have that whiskey a go-go with the Prince one day. But that's all I'm saying for now. ehBeth, please continue!

waiting for the next installment....

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Old!


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don't let that stop you from posting

The dogs are annoyed. They've been lured into the house, and I've locked the door and run back to the car.

The Prince and I drive across town to the cavParent's home. I realize that I once lived almost immediately next door.

Algernon (the lil white Civic) takes us to the roof of the parking garage, where we've arranged to meet the rest of the gang. JoeBlow, Buttercup Mrs. Cavfancier, and Austin are waiting for us. BoGoWo is either invisible, or not there. We head in, with a mental promise to check the roof for Bo. I've got his cell # with me, just in case.

Austin leads the way. He knows exactly where he's going - marching purposefully to the elevator, and then from the elevator to a very special door. CavDad greets us, and CavMom joins us very shortly thereafter. The CavParents are charming, gracious, and wonderfully funny. It's nice discovering the source of Cav's warmth, and humour AND slyness. The CavDad's got that CavTouch we all know here. A straightforward comment, that you realize a few beats later wasn't so straightforward.

We're sitting, starting to talk, when the phone rings/buzzes. It's Bo. Seems we forgot to check the roof and hey he doesn't have his cell, so bringing his number didn't help.

We settle again, CavMom prepares tea while everyone chats - I don't think I was the only one who marvelled at how comfortable I was - thanks to the CavParents and their gracious hospitality.

We all take our turns with Austin. He looks a bit sad, but is clearly pleased to be with people who love small dogs and especially him. I take a moment to tell him that I went to visit his dad, and that I'd told cav I'd be seeing Austin. I think Austin knows what I'm telling him. He also knows that everthing on the coffee table smells tremendous. He's learning that Mrs. Buttercup Cavfancier is the Alpha now.

Plates of wonderful cookies (what were those little spirally ones, anyway?), and great fruit (luscious jumbo strawberries, mmmmmmmm) to go with tea and more conversation.

The CavMom tells a great story about taking cav to an Allen Ginsberg reading in Buffalo, when cav was in high school. (Someone has to tell the story - it is all about the power of Momnipotence) More conversation, more cavStories, more tea.

It's time to go now.

Thanks to CavDad and CavMom for sharing more of Cav with us. I know I'm smiling when we leave.

Next chapter: Across town x 2. Doggie introductions. Pad Thai. All dressed tater chips. Whiskey and water.

Pacco is snoring but I'll wake him up when the whisky is served...

Me, I am so glad you all did this, and that you're telling us about it.

More more!

Lovely, ehBeth. And thanks for sharing that with us.

It was a wonderful wonderful trip. Will post more when I have some free time, but in the meanwhile I will sit and listen to ehbeth.

Actually, I was so dazzled by ehbeth that half of the time I did not know what I was doing...

Wait till she comes to part where I bought a thong for her as a prezzie....

Takes a lot to shock ehBeth, Prince.

If anyone knows that, it's The Prince, Miss LettyBettyHettyGettyLee :wink:

and here's just a lil tidbit while i start to organize my thoughts about Saturday night


Saturday morning, The Prince went outside his hotel and asked a cabbie to take him to the Eaton Centre. The cabbie pointed out it was just a couple of blocks away. The Prince told the cabbie he understood, but still wanted a lift. The cabbie got out of the cab - and showed The Prince where the Eaton Centre was. The Prince walked to the Eaton Centre.



I'm still laughing about it. Love a cabbie that doesn't want you to waste your money.

Don't forget Ragland...