Woof, I love Charleston so much! In fact, it’s where my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddoggo invented a new dance in the 1920s that sparked a nationwide trend! He named it after this beautiful, historic city: “The Charleston”.
When I was a pup, he would gather us around his water dish, turn on the record player, and show us the dance moves that made him famous. He would spin around, wag his tail, and end each song with his classic jazz-paws for a dramatic finish. *Chefs Kiss*
This is the house he grew up in:
Afterwards, I went for some Mint Julips. I think I had a few too many, based on this photo:
Yeah, I sure did. Went back to the hotel, ordered room service, and passed out like the rock star I am. Talk tomorrow, my dudes
Finnegans Travels! 