Girls Gone Wild

I went to pick up Her Royal Highness (HRH) Berkeley yesterday at SEGD from her three-week seclusion. Her roommate was Ginny, who evidently was a girl of loose morals (it said Breeder on her card!), and who showed HRH how to PARTY.

We stopped on the way home to eat lunch. As I got up to leave I tugged on the leash. Nothing. A dead weight was attached to the end. I squatted down and peered under the table in the booth. There was HRH completely comatose and dead asleep.

"Berkeley. BERKELEY!" Shake, shake. Finally she woke up and groggily walked to the car.

Evidently, time in the red tent is time well spent. Fortunately, she was happy to see me.