While I was hanging with high school friends back in Huntington, N.Y., Joan remained in Orange County, and continued to struggle with the beagles. Here's her report:
It was another fun day for the special Orange County FHMA sub-unit.
We all overslept, getting up at 9 a.m., and made it back to Julie and Marty's by 11 a.m. After Friday's hump-fest, I was worried about poor Baxter, who must have needed counseling after being mounted more than a horse at a riding park. Not surprisingly, the dogs were quite happy to see each other, though they stayed PG-rated most of the day.
Eventually, Julie and I took off to visit Target -- because you can't hardly find one of those outside L.A. -- and then to hit the mall for lunch. We then returned to Julie's house where the dogs were all happily hanging out with Marty.
All was well, until the kids all came home ready to don their bathing suits and cool off in the pool. Now, you might recall that Fred has a bit of an issue with pools. Predictably, as soon as anyone dared enter the pool area, he immediately went crazy, racing around the pool and barking uncontrollably. I felt the way parents must feel where their child lays down in the middle of a store and has a temper tantrum: embarrassed, frustrated and, ultimately, REALLY PISSED OFF. I tried to keep Fred in the house while the kids swam. That was a no go, as he went crazy trying to get through the glass door and back to the pool. Now, I was beside myself. Fred's manic barking had made Hank decide that he should also be barking madly. Now having two Beagles Gone Wild, I decided to leash them up and take them back to the hotel until it was time for dinner. But Julie saved the day, coming outside to suggest we instead take all three dogs for a walk.
While the exercise was welcome, it was also the first time on the FHMA tour that I was actually wearing heels. By the end of our 30-minute walk, my feet were killing me. And when I bent down to pick up our laundry bag -- oh, did I mention I was doing laundry at Julie's -- I pulled something in my back.
Soon, the kids had finished swimming and, after they cleared the pool area, Fred was finally released on parole to the backyard. And, from that point on, he was fine. I can't say the same for my back and my feet.
You would never know from these angelic pictures that Fred was a raving lunatic just an hour before.
Fred sits on a rock that overlooks the pool, while Hank keeps an eye out for a Baxter flank attack.
Then, after some R&R, the canine trio managed to work in little playing and humping before we went to dinner.
While I may have had a rough day physically, I could not have eaten better. I had an excellent poached salmon salad for lunch at the Bloomingdale's Cafe in Newport Beach, and a five-star dinner at Bayside, also in Newport Beach. We shared Ahi tuna and a beet and goat cheese salad, and then I had lobster salad for my main course. And what's dinner without dessert? So I topped off the meal with banana bread pudding.