Strange Days At New Mexico Central

by Senior Animal Affairs Correspondent Wilson

Senior Animal Affairs Correspondent Wilson

Senior Animal Affairs Correspondent Wilson

The last couple of days have been pretty unusual. Yesterday, I got put in the big white thing with the wheels and chairs (still not allowed on them) and it took us somewhere.  I hate that thing, because it makes me sick, especially if we’re in there a long time.  Sure enough; they kept me in it too long, and I lost my breakfast.  When we got out, we were somewhere I’ve never been before – and there were dogs all over the place!  We went into a big building with lots of people and dogs, and the Pack Leader and the Boss Lady took me over near a wall, and there were dogs and their people to our left and right (Grandma sat in a chair near the door).  The dog next to me kept yelling at me and saying she wanted to bite me, and I let her know what I thought of her.  Some lady came up and put some gross stuff in my mouth, so I shut up.  This other lady talked loud the whole time in the middle of the floor, and she kept making other dogs do things.  I didn’t get picked!  It was fun in its own way, but they better pick up the pace next time.

Today, the Pack Leader spent a bunch of time doing something weird with huge sticks down in the woods, making them into shorter pieces with a really loud thing.  I wasn’t allowed to go near, but the whole thing seemed stupid; the sticks were shorter, but they were still too big to chase or even chew on.  Then he put them in the one-wheel, brought them up, and stacked them on the metal doohickey under the metal shade thingy.  So that’s what the doohickey’s for!  I still don’t get what the sticks are for, though.  Then he went out back (I like it back there; lots of sticks, the little things that make noises and go up in the air [still can’t catch them] and dirt mounds with something living under them), brought the plastic thing from around the corner, put it on the deck, flipped it over, and started spraying water into it from the water squirter.  Water!  Water water water water water!!! He let me try to bite the stream, and I ended up soaked, as usual.  Then he brought out a couple of big pots of water and dumped them in – and then he brought out another big pot full and a small pot, and set them next to the plastic thing.  You can bet I stuck around, because it looked like something was up – and it was!  He picked me up, and put me in the plastic thing with the water.  Water water water water water!!! Sorry…  He used the small pot to dump water all over me, and then rubbed some stuff into my fur, and gave me a massage.  Then he took the small pot dumped water all over me again, this time from the big pot.  It was great!  Then – bummer – he took me out.  I made it pretty clear that I wanted to go back in, but nobody was buying it.  But then he dried me off!  I the towel stuff, and he knows it.

Unfortunately, I got out of hand afterward, stomped on Grandma’s foot, and bit the Boss Lady.  Not hard, but the Pack Leader was standing right there, caught me, and gave me what-for.  I don’t think he’s mad, but I’m keeping my distance just in case.

One Response “Strange Days At New Mexico Central”

  1. Bob Steiner says:

    Saw the picture but I didn’t see a press pass?

    Thanks for another good article.

    Bob

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