1:17 pm – somewhere on the road to Amarillo, TX, after a delightful brunch at the Inn of the Anasazi in Santa Fe, which I was amused to discover is a Rosewood Hotel!
(Those in SF will be similarly amused; it was well appointed and had quality food – but was a little short on VC’s and Cougars as far as we could see.)
Still, this lack didn’t stop a mom from accosting Kingsley as I waited outside a gift shop with the dogs. She rubbed him very aggressively and announced several times that she REALLY liked his “chunky body” and “strong frame.” I figure this makes up for the woman at Dillon Beach in SF who looked at him, puffed out her cheeks and made a round symbol with her hands when I told her he was a mini goldendoodle. Her reply: “he’s not so mini.”
Karma I guess.
Franklinsanity 
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