I remember last winter and how cold it was outside. There was snow, and ice, and frigid cold. Lucky me! I slept all day and night inside the sleeping bag because I wasn't going to come out!
I slept with Mom at night, plastered to her side for warmth. Sometimes, I even shook, but then...it doesn't take much for me to do that.
Mom told me yesterday to get my bags packed. I remember the last time she told me that. We took an hour trip to Illinois. She says it's going to be longer this time. An hour and a half? Two hours? She's laughing. Why is she laughing?
"MOM!! WHERE'S NEW MEXICO?"
"In the southwest area of the United States."
"Have I been there?"
"No, Clance. I have, though."
"How long is it going to take?"
"About three days..."
"THREE DAYS!! I'M GOING TO HAVE TO NAVIGATE FOR THREE DAYS?! YOU SERIOUS??"
"Well, as I see it, Clancey. I've seen your navigational skills and they usually include 20 hour per day naps. The trip will go far faster for you as you only wake up for about 1 hour a day. In fact, as we'll be going through Amarillo, you'll probably miss Texas all together!
Look at me stupid all you like, but I know you! You'll be asleep before we hit Champaign, Illinois, with Joplin, Missouri as your next wake up call.....just lying there, snoring in the navigational seat."
Why does she do that? I have tried really hard to be the best Dog Navigator this side of the Mississippi.
Mom says there's dessert where we're going, and I REALLY like dessert.
"That's desert, Clance."
"Yeah, ok, whatever." I surely can't wait to try New Mexico dessert!