Yellow Dog/Bleeding Heart

I like Elvis as much as the next guy - maybe even more. I think he was handsome, had a beautiful voice and some rockin ' moves. I agree that he was a legend. People, let me tell you, there are some die hard Elvis fans out there . Enough of them to create a multi billion dollar industry of kitsch - the Mecca of which lies at 3765 Elvis Presley Boulevard in Memphis, Tennessee. It all begins at the ticket office, which is located in a huge plaza across from Graceland Mansion, which is just down the street from The Heartbreak Hotel , which is just around the corner from the Graceland RV Park , which is behind the Graceland Outle t Store , which is down the street from the Lisa Marie... You get the picture. At first glance, after hopping off the Sun Studios shuttle, the line didn't seem that long. And it wasn't, except for the fact that the line we were looking at was the line to get into the building to get to the line for the ticket counter. After 30 minutes in line t...

I love to travel, and yet have not been on a real vacation in over a decade. Back in my twenties, which were, to my life, what the 90's were to the dot com-ers . Money flowed, I bought into my own PR and then it all crashed. But I digress. Okay, in my twenties I was the queen of road trips. I would finish a Saturday night shift at the piano bar at 3 am, and being hyped up on caffeine and with pockets full of cash I would spontaneously decide to drive to Denver to visit a friend. Soooo ...I would cover my next couple of shifts, grab my duffel, hop in the car and make the drive. 12 hours straight through...ON NO SLEEP. I arrive at my friend's doorstep just as she was coming home from work. Surprise! I would drive four hours to Dallas just to eat dinner. I would drive six hours to see a band. Gas was cheap and, for the most part, my time was free. So, with that in mind I decided Little Dog should experience the magic of a road trip. It was summer and I had just fi...

I have never been a " girly girl" by any stretch of the imagination. A bar of Dial soap, some cheap shampoo and conditioner are pretty much all that's in my beauty arsenal. So, it is quite surprising news that I am now addicted to Bath & Body Works. Or, more specifically, the line of Tutti Dulce products that they sell. It all started innocently enough with a trip to the mall to burn the last $20 of the Christmas gift certificates. I passed Bath & Body Works and remembered having received a pretty cool candle from there once. That was my plan. A single pear scented candle. Once inside, however, my senses were assaulted by colours and scents and, most importantly, very large SALE signs. Suddenly I had become my mother and felt compelled to sniff every bar of soap; to smell every flavour of lotion; to inhale every aromatherapy offering and to check every deep discount! But I lingered at one particular counter for a very long time. They had lotion that smelled lik...