Into the Vog ...

We are seriously vogged in today -- the ships are all ghosts, and the waves roll in out of yellowish soup. Missy snarked at Leo, her Golden buddy, this morning. Where are the Trade winds when we need them?

I had my buds at The Bench on the beach walk hold Missy for me so I could take pictures. They thought it was hilarious that, when I called her name, she would woooooo. Well duh. She's a Mallie, not a dachshund. As usual, the Mallie photo shoot attracted quite the crowd, with the Miss hamming it up and the guys insisting that she's a wolf/werewolf and posing her with her butt to the camera. The current Twilight movie is not doing much for the Mallie's reputation -- to the consternation of Oahu's youth, she consistently fails to transform into a handsome young man ...