The Countess called on Thursday to say we should come to the beach right away and stay until Labor Day. It's lucky we had so many outfits planned.
It turned out that her dog, Alexander The Great, is actually tiny. He’s even smaller than I am and that long name is just ridiculous, so I call him Al.
We're having the best time going to the beach and having barbeques with ribs and lobster…dee-lish! I hope Al and I can see each other in the city.
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