Another Word From Gerald Doll
Hello again to all of you, friendly friends of Danabelle! 
It is I, Gerald Doll, with yet another fantastic post that was supposed to have been written by her…
So, what I think is happening is that, Danabelle is waiting for this blog to write itself. I’m kidding! Actually, she’s been really busy at work, added to the fact that the "gypsy is becoming restless again", if you know what I mean.
And so being the gentledoll that I am, I thought I would write it for her… Again.
(Note to self: Think about charging Danabelle for writing her blogs.)
(Note to self again: Forget about previous note… Cuddling priviliges will be put at stake.)
As most of you may have known (Or not… You know, whatever.), Danabelle went back to Europe last month… Oh and she brought me along! I think she might just be the sweetest owner a doll could ever ask for. And that is why I love her like mad.
Anyway, enough words… Typing with wooden hands and no fingers is really really hard! 
Besides PICTURES are worth a thousand words anyway, right?
This was taken in her room, before we left. The picture is of Gerald and me. Yes, that’s who I was named after.
Still in her room, on one of the rare occassions that Danabelle sets aside the "Green-Eyed Monster" mask.
At Dubai International Airport. While waiting for the gate to open. I think her Costa Coffee addiction has rubbed off on me. She’s such a bad influence.
Still at Dubai International Airport… With my boarding pass. And I don’t care what any of you say, it’s a REAL boarding pass.
She thought this was very funny.
It’s a brand new day. Airplane sunrises = AMAZING!
At Karlskirche. We walked all the way from Landstrasse to Naschmarkt! …Well, I was placed inside the bag and carried. Being one-foot tall does have its advantages…
At Naschmarkt.
Same place. She thinks this is hilarious.
Hundertwasser Haus. Our favoritest place in Wien. <3
At Praterstern.
Still at Praterstern.
Praterstern (Still.), in front of one of the older kiddie trainrides.
Blumenrad. Still at Praterstern (I don’t think we ever left that place. LOL.)
At the park behind the HH’s building.
Same place.
Gerald & I at Wienerwald resto in the 1st district. I had the chicken. By the way, their barbecue sauce is the best darn barbecue sauce in the whole world.
At Stefansplatz. Check out Pervie Pervertson trying to take pictures of the band guy’s butt. Actually, Danabelle wanted to do that, too, but I stopped her… For shame.
Stefansdom. Danabelle tells me they once had a dance performance somewhere behind this church…
Petersplatz. Just a few blocks away from Stefansdom.
In Danabelle’s words: The horse-statue-thingyblahblah at Albertina.
She. <3
That girl statue on top was hot. But of course, Danabelle is hotter. In fact she’s the hottest. My mind only has space for thoughts of Danabelle and how hot she is… What? What girl statue?
So, we were walking from Westbahnhof and we saw this beautiful church… We have absolutely no idea what it’s called. Hence, it shall forever be referred to as Westbahnhof-Walk-Church-Thingyblahblah.
My old buddy, Mozart and I at Burggarten.
Danabelle’s Mami & I at the Natural History Museum Garden Thing.
Danabelle insisted on taking these fantastically gay pictures of me chillaxin’. My macho points just went down a hundred, I think…
In front of Museums Quartier.
One of Danabelle’s favorite shots of Gerald at the Natural History Museum.
On the OEBB Train going to Pordenone to visit The Aures.
Azlea Jannelle and her Mommy. I could not stop looking at her, bella bambina.
At the Pordenone Train Station, while waiting for our train to Venezia.
Me: "I need to pee."
Danabelle: "Ok, but let me take your picture first."
Me: "Gaaahhh."
Venezia. Danabelle’s favorite city. And now mine, too.
After our weekend in Italy, we went back to Wien, stayed for one more week, and then flew back here to Dubai. 
I wish we could’ve stayed longer. And I think Danabelle felt the same way… Judging by the look on her face here:
Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed my little picture blog. I best get ready for bed as I don’t want to miss any cuddling action.
Until next time and in the words of the lady: TC & GB, y’all!
Love,
GD.