It’s fun to have friends, but it’s even more fun to have friends who have fun toys that they share with you out of the goodness of their hearts.  That’s where our fun friend “Miz Ellen” with a time share at the Homestead comes in.  She has four whole weeks there a year—and has invited us to partake more times than we can count.  Yes, we are lucky dogs.  In fact, “lucky” should have our picture next to it in the dictionary, beaming way on the steps of the “Big House,“ as we dubbed the hotel.

Sam is only three mind you, and that lucky pup has ben there so many times that some of the employees know him by name.  No, he doesn’t have a silver spoon in his mouth.  It’s a plastic one from Chick “Delay.“  Gotta keep him grounded, you know?  He’s going to have to save up his paper route money and buy his own.

Anyway we had a grand ole time, especially since the temperature there is ten degrees cooler there than here.  In fact, it was actually too cold on Monday to go to the outside pool.  I know you’re not feeling too sorry for us.  That’s OK, I wasn’t either because the indoor pool is absolutely fabu, fed by the hot springs.  Sam jumped off the side of the pool until both Daddy Mac’s and my arms ached, but a good time was had by all.  We also did our usual—got take out from Sam Snead’s, ransacked the toy store, hit the playground, ate cinnamon donuts, and checked out movies.

Hail to the Homestead!  And hail to Miz Ellen and to fun friends everywhere!