<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"><DIV>We had a fantastic dog day today in a not especially dog-friendly locale. The federal park allows leashed dogs on the beach (and unleashed if no rangers are nearby and it is late in the day) so first there was a walk on the beach. Then our dad decided to take a chance and ask if the little local fish house that services the harbor and has an outdoor eating area would allow us hounds to sit under a table on the perimeter while our slaves had a fish dinner. And lo and behold, they said yes, they were very dog-friendly so long as they didn't get in trouble with anyone (e.g., the health department or tourists--mostly local fishermen gather here for a beer and dinner after a day out on the water). So my brother and I got to sit in an outside restaurant and do meet and greet,
dining on grilled chicken strips while the slaves ate. Everyone loved us. A dog who lives on one of the boats even came over to see us. This is paradise after all. Bo, CICPBF, and his brother, Harley, in Kona, HI</DIV></div><br>
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