Tank goodness Antonio, my new bes frend in Pomm Sprangs, fix us up a picnic for the rolly house, cuz it was very scorchy panty panty comin back acrost a dam California desert. We stop at the Colorado River so Him could cool off, but I stayed instinctive away from the warter. My foredogs was hunters, not swimmers. We let them dumb blond retrievers do that! (Hey, you know why blond retrievers can't tree a squirrel? The bark is all wrong. Ahahahaha!) So, anyway, after the desert and the river we clumb and clumb and clumb in the hot rolly house up a canyon by a big warter and come to a pavement city and stop in the only shady spot lef. It was still so hot I felt all squawsh down. Looka here:
Somehow the chilled fennel and steak filet salad and homemade polenta (upper left wit the fork in it) from the night before, chez Antonio, my new bes frend in Pomm Sprangs, tasted even better ina hot parking lot near the end of our epic desert trek. My Him was hot and tard, but shared Hims meaty niblets, and put ice coobs in my warter. I love my Him.
I loves my Him, yup, but I don't allus unnerstan him. Listen here: That first night after Pomm Sprangs, we sleeped in a little room called a Mo Tell Six, and then ever night for a week, we drived and drived and drived all day and then we would spend the night in the same room! I thought we was going in circles, but the dog parks and the squirrels was differnt ever day and finally we got "hometoseethekitty" by the big water near the colledge, so I guess Him is smarter than I thought. I know Him have a magick plastic square in his back pocket that make people give him treats, but I still don't know how he done that with the doggone same Mo Tell Six room ever night for a week.
Butt first we went to New Mexico and Colorado. They is plenty open spaces in New Mexico and Colorado. The rabbits are big as me, and the prairie dogs can disappear down a hole before you can run over and say howdy.
Wide open: I am slap in the middle, all teeny tiny nex to the mountings.
Then we crost a big square call Kansas, and Him call me Toto all day and laff and laff. Like I say, I don't unnerstan him sometime. In the nex big square, call MissurUH, they was some big waters in the sky. Looka here:
I not so sure bout this.
Are You so sure bout this?
After another Mo Tell Six room, we stop in Memphis to see my old friend Bailey and in Oak Ridge to see my new friend Diamond, an some kitties. Then we goed back to Davison an seed Toots the kitty and I sleeped and sleeped and sleeped and dreemeded of all the windows I looked out of and all those yellow lines and the wind in my ears.
Some Davison peeples in Arkansas name of Ward '94 and Christa Abbott Davis '96 has some very great window to look outa.
Where we going next, huh, where?
I'll have mywon call yerwon.
Gawsh,
What wit all the adventurin I sure you done plumb gladda be home & all. When you rested up and ready to do some scrammin have your him contact my him and we'll sees bout meetin up.
I sure done liked readin yer writin. You a good teller uh stohrees. I liked your parts best!
--Truman
Dodger.....great news that you are home and brought him with you....word is that you are
going to teach creative writing at the Doggy
Day School....and 'owner training' for extra
credit. Welcome home...hope the AC works for
you now all summer ! Hugs.
Hey Dodger,
How did you like the kitties? I hope they were nice to you...Are you excited about being on your way home?
Hope the rest of your trip is good.
Anne