What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas?

Apparently not... It seems that MM just lost control of herself in sin city. No, it was not a buff male dancer who could count to eleven if he took off his shoes. Neither was it the mortgage payment on the roulette table.

Here are her two St. Bernards, taken on Memorial Day...




She got another in Vegas and is having the doggie crated and shipped home with her. This makes THREE.

His name is "Rescue" and he is a long-haired Saint. She already has two. Now she has three of these gulumphing pea-brained curs in her yard. No, they are not the most graceful animals, neither are they the most intelligent: but to have one tenth the heart that they have...

There is a line in the movie "Harvey" that I have always liked: "To make it in this world you need to be oh so smart or oh so pleasant; I've tried smart, I recommend pleasant."

The author must have been thinking of a St. Bernard. I am trying to imagine this 110 pound woman walking 350 pounds of dog...

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NOTE: I'm writing a day later. MM arrived back safely from Vegas. In her bag she had a Ty-Beanie Baby St. Bernard named, you guessed it, "Rescue." I fell for that one.
This is "Rescue" the St. Bernard. Slightly smaller than MM's Saints.
The Dancing Fool