Our Bermuda holiday continues!

Okay, okay, so we didn't actually LOCK Auntie Bailey in her room. We just provided a bucket of liver snaps and a "Murder She Wrote" marathon on the telly. She was happy to hunker down and let us slip off for a few minutes to enjoy the spectacular sunset...

The next morning, we were up bright and early to see Bermuda from the water on our chartered yacht.  Rosie and I stretched out on the bow, after carefully making sure all her white spots were covered with SPF 30. We brought along my squeaky frog to play with. Truly, we were in paradise!

Then we heard some baying from the bow. It was Auntie Bailey, all worried that we didn't have on our lifejackets. But before she could get her own jacket snugly in place, we heard a big "whoosh" and Auntie Bailey's chaise disappeared with her on it!

Apparently, she'd been sitting on the parasailing bench!

"Goodness gracious!" we heard her bay as her favorite hat went flying off in the breeze...

Then she decided to sit back and enjoy the view. How do you like her Bermuda Pink Sand pawdicure?
Back in Hamilton, I ran into my old pal Snickers. Lacie was off at Trimmingham's, buying a duty-free Waterford water bowl for Asta. Snickers and I had decided to "go native" in our Bermuda shorts, as had his friend Wimsey. We are both New Yorkers, yet had never met.  Wimsey said he was vacationing all alone, which gave Rosie a great idea.

 You see, my Rosie is not only beautiful but brainy as well! "Petey, we'll never get some time to ourselves unless we can get Auntie Bailey on a new scent...let's introduce her to Wimsey!"

And suddenly Auntie Bailey was off on a whirlwind romance of her own! Careful of the Birdcage, Wimsey! Good thing the bobby is stopping traffic. (You'll see we were able to fish Auntie B's hat out of the sea!)

The two of them headed off towards Dockyards to tour the old fort and have lunch at the Frog & Onion pub. (It's owned by a Frenchman--the Frog-- and a Bermudian-- the Onion.)

We met up with Lacie and Scruffy and Wimsey and Auntie Bailey at a colorful Gombey parade. We loved the lively music and bright costumes so we all joined in with the dancers and singers!

As the day drew to a close, the three couples all drifted off in different directions.

This left Rosie and I on our own to have a final romantic dinner overlooking the beach. I have no idea how the spiny lobster tasted...I was too captivated by Rosie in her evening dress and tiara bedecked with heather.

We heard the unmistakably sound of dog-snogging and were astonished to see Auntie Bailey and Wimsey sharing a slobbery smooch at the next table. Is this a Love Connection? Or does what happens on Bermuda stay on Bermuda?

And for those of you who were wondering who was mixing those potent cocktails, the sound of a whirring blender should give you a clue. Lacie even generously shared her secret recipe for the Lacipolitan with bartenders across the Island.

Our beautiful and fun-filled weekend was coming to a close way too quickly. As a Bermuda longtail flew overhead, we walked through the Moongate. Legend has it that young lovers who walk through the Moongate are blessed with good luck. 

All I know is, with Rosie Posey by my side, I'm the luckiest fella in the world!