Monday, August 16, 2010

Beaux's First Vacation

This is Beaux. I wanted to tell my side of the story of our "lovely vacation". When they first told me we were going on vacation they said  it would be great. Naps, food, swimming, sunning. That all sounded fabulous.
They lied.

So, after they loaded everything in the car and squeezed me in, they stop at this place.

They did not bring me back bacon when I specifically asked for it. Lies.

The air conditioner. It was so cold.

They were so amazed by the simpliest things. It's a tree.

Clean bathrooms. Seriously people. All you need is a patch of grass.

And wind mills. Or turbines? I don't care.

See my excitement?...

They took me here for a picnic and swimming.

Picnics. Much better in theory. It's hot outside. And the wind blows. And they tie you to a table.

They enjoyed it though.

Then we finally got to the beach. It was crazy!
She walked me out there, it was nice at first, but then the water attacks you!

Then when they finally decide to pick you up to save you from the attacking salty water, the wind blows and it's cold. 

They didn't even want to share the towel.

And you have to watch out for these guys. They can carry you away.

After the whole beach experience, this is where I wanted to go.

But this is where they took me. A giant sand castle.

Then guess what. Our hotel was on another beach.

Really? This is your idea of a good time?

Actually, in the morning it's not so bad. The water doesn't knock you around as much.

While sight-seeing, we found this.

Hu-dat say gonna beat dem Saints?

Second day at the beach, I discovered something.  They didn't tell me I could dig!

It was great!
...Until you suck too much sand up your nose

Sticks! There were sticks!

But some of them have ants on them and they bite your nose.

They told me we were moving here.

This is the view.

I'm thinking about running away. Can I come live with you?

She wanted this door. I wanted to go in. I know I saw a central air unit.

After this long, drawn out weekend, I needed a nap.

One thing is for sure. Next time they say "vacation", I'll stay home.


  1. Poor little Beaux...

  2. You thought you were going to Belah, didn't you Beaux?