Under the Orange Bridge

Dear Diary,

Phoebe and I were on vacation recently. The humans took us to the coast of California. Just kidding. We live on the coast of California. But since it is a big coast, they took us to another part. First, we went over that giant orange bridge. Orange is just not my color. I wouldn't mind at all if they painted it purple, but that's just me. We drove up this giant hill on a winding road to take some photos. Notice how we are gripping the bench because the wind was ferocious and was going to blow us off the hillside. I am using big words here because I had plenty of time to read the dictionary while we were driving and driving.

I had no idea California was bigger than France. Really. It all seems the same to me until we are in the car. Anyway, we stayed at this knockoff resort place under the orange bridge that the humans thought was all that. First, I want to tell them that it is not all that. The rug was hideous and the couch was just this side of Grandmas. It just needed plastic on top and it would have been identical. Geez.

The bar was fun though. It had outside tables so Phoebe and I were able to join in on the fun. Apparently you can eat at the bar because we had some great French Fries. I could take a pass on the salad, but I do have to say that the burger was pretty good the first night. I read the reviews and knew that the food wasn't consistent, so I was not surprised when my burger the second night was not exactly the same. It looked a lot like chicken actually.

Phoebe just loved the beach, but then again, she has a good complexion for the beach. I need a sunhat. And that sure didn't happen. Fortunately it was cold and the humans didn't last long. We went for lunch after that all the way to the end of the planet to a place called Bolinas. You can find dogs hanging out on top of phone booths there. Who knew?!

All in all, it was a pretty good vacation. I could have spent more time shopping in Mill Valley where the couture was abundant. I did score some new toys, but not any couture. Sadly, the humans didn't feel the need for more clothes since space is premium. Fortunately for me, I memorized the credit card numbers again. Next time we are home alone, I can shop online. I just need to get Phoebe to sit on Mom's shoulder again to get the new password........

Have to go now. Still pulling sand out of places that are unmentionable.

Love, Lulu