Well, the muzzer came back and rescued us, but not before we had a great time at the BBQ fest. Thanks to all our pals who came and enjoyed Beale Street with us...and to Miss Asta's sweet Mommi who traded the police chief here one of her paintings so we could be bailed out.
That Dr. Fellow at the boarding place apologies to all of you who tried to visit and couldn't. When muzzer was finished with him, he was apologizing all over the place. She told him what was wrong with his site, and offered to help him and the programmer make it better. They did something she called bartering, and since she offered to help, we didn't have to pay for half of our boarding fees, and we also didn't have to pay to fill in the tunnel that Miss Agatha dug to help us get out. Too bad Remington got stuck in there and we had to pull him out...without that, I don't think that wall would've collapsed.
Well, while we were languishing in the boarding place, Muzzer and Dad went to Richmond.
Here are some of the pictures they took at the campus.
But, there was one picture she brought back that made me think this was all gonna be OK: