Snitches get stitches...

"Just thought I'd let you know, Dad...Murphy's on the sofa!"

Dog Second Line

And just because, we had a small neighborhood second-line parade with a brass band...for the dogs.

Murphy: "Wanna go?"
Belle: "Sure!"

And there were dog treats at the various bars we marched to (and drinks for the humans), and food for the humans at the end. And Murphy being Murphy, he helped himself to one other person's hot dog when she set it on the table, because that's still how he rolls.

Dog day out.

"We're going for a ride!"

"We're going for a ride!"

"We're going for a ride!"

"We're going for a ride!"

"You bastard...this is the vet."


Every dog has his (or her) day. This one wasn't theirs.

Walking the dogs

Whoever said that it's a dog's life? I want that life!

With Anastasia.

Quarter Dogs at work.

Can't even take these dogs to a Bourbon Street bar without them making new friends.

First Murphy...

Then Belle.

And do either of them have the decency to introduce me? Oh, hell no! Selfish bastards...

Down by the river.

Out for a stroll last night.

Dinner for three one.

Belle makes another friend.

Tell me again how pretty I am.

OK, which one of you stole the beignet?

And Murphy was being true to form this week-end. I took a young lady out for pizza--with the darn dogs, of course--And as we sat and talked, Murphy saw an opportunity and grabbed her pizza slice as she held it, biting about half of it off. She was not amused. Way to go, jerk dog.

I think they missed me.

Because NOLA--parades

You didn't think we could have Easter here without Easter Parades, did you? There were three in the French Quarter on Sunday. But I missed the first one because I had church. But afterwards...

There was the Chris Owens parade, sponsored by entertainer and club owner Chris Owens, of course.

I took da dogs.

We were right on the inside corner where the parade turned, on Bourbon, right across from Lafitte's Blacksmith shop.

Gotta have a brass band.

Chris Owens on the lead float

And then it was just parade, with people on the floats throwing candy, stuffed toys and other goodies.

Elvis on a scooter. Why not?

What's this? Mini-horses and alpacas? Oh no!

Talk about undivided attention.

But they were good. No equestrians were injured or intimidated.

As usual, Belle makes a friend.

And because they were so good, I took them to Buffas, where I got a burger and they waitress hooked them up with bacon. They love Buffas.