Lion Head Mesa Day 2 of "Searching for Dad"

when his eyes took in the form of a pudgy pup waddling towards a place he-should-not-be with all the subterfuge of an escaped potato sack, all gucci could say was:

"nawt again."

it was as if the children yearned to get snatched away by predators or embarrass their parents in front of guests.

with a sigh, the chihuahua padded down the hallway leading to the place-not-for-babies, over to the runaway prince. there was no need to attempt to be sneaky himself; the tinkling of his identification tag would give him away at any time.

once near the child, he cleaned his throat. 

"ehm, your majesty. ah do believe this ain't no place for lil' princelin's t' be."