Vroom vroom vroom
Algernon's getting a surprising workout for a winter Saturday.
The Prince, Buttercup Mrs. Cavfancier, Austin, BoGoWo, and JoeBlow (who is still thinking about explaining her board name to the CavParents) head over to Austin's place. Algernon and I zoom back to the North Beach to pick up Bailey and Cleo, who've been having a nice snooze after their afternoon adventure with their darling Prince.
I pack short leashes, flexis, a toy for Cleo (which is still at Austin's house), and a muzzle for Cleo - just in case. Bailey and Cleo happily jump into Algernon's back seat and we head west - in the snow - Cav's at it again.
Parking's great, and we head in after Bailey lets a couple of people know he's in town as they come out of the tuck shop.
Nice foyer, dude! The elevator ride's not bad, but Cleo's a bit inexperienced and runs right into the mirrored wall
We find the apartment - by listening for laughter, which there is already plenty of.
Bailey wants to play with Austin, so Austin doesn't want to know about Bailey. Austin wants to know about Cleo's butt, and Cleo doesn't want to know about Austin. I spend a few minutes trapped by the front door, as Cleo gets between my ankles and tries to leave the apartment. Austin thinks she's playing hard to get and is verra verra interested. Bailey is very disappointed. He's done puppy play posture a couple of times, and the dude just doesn't wanna play.
Bailey and Cleo are delighted to discover their darling Prince in attendance. Buttercup is horrified when Bailey demonstrates a couple of his patented mountain goat-in-an-apartment routines. There are some things a mother just doesn't want her puppy to learn.
Cleo still doesn't want to be Austin's girl, and tells him. Austin finally agrees to join Bailey in a doggie sniff circle.
Dogs and people settle down with beverages and snacks. Buttercup regales with tales (hey that rhymes, dude!) of Cav's early days in the world of cheffing. There's discussion of a local cooking character called The Wolfman. Did JoeBlow serve lamb at her wedding? I missed something important in that discussion. Bailey and Cleo are horrified, and startled, when the inhalers - who'd stepped out onto the balcony - suddenly reappear in the apartment. They may be city dogs, but they do not have Austin's understanding of life on the 10th floor.
Food. We need food. Thai take-out is the answer. We discover that Buttercup and The Prince don't wash their money often enough
Order's placed.
Time for Austin to go outside. He's got some privacy issues, so it can't be a communal excursion.
Buttercup and Austin return with an announcement that the snow fluffs we'd noticed from the balcony is really about 5 centimetres that's fallen in the past two hours.
Bailey and Cleo and I brave the elevator to check out the snow situation ourselves.
That was some serious stuff, man.
We head back inside, where the doggie re-introductions go a bit more smoothly, though Cleo is still not convinced that Austin's intentions toward her hind end are honourable.
The thai delivery person has called, roads are slippery, he'll be there later. Mmmmmmmmm good cheese and snacks and wasabi peas (JoeBlow, have you recovered?) hold us through. More chatting and Cav adventures ... the tv's on - does anyone know what we were watching? I remember something about Tom Hanks in a remake and then a Brit thing about a hostage. (can you tell the conversation was more interesting than the tv
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another chapter after tea
