My
friends:
It’s
not easy to explain how I’ve ended up in Arizona. The last thing I remember was
taking my last pee on Padre Island. I
was in a hurry because it was colder than Montana on that day. I didn’t know it at the time but that was my
last number in Texas. I hope I left
something behind by which they can remember me. I think that was February and
now here it is March. I remember my Momma telling me to “hop it” onto my spot
in the back of the truck. I slept alot that day. After that I vaguely remember a layover in a
dirtbag place called Van Horn, TX. Annie and clark seemed to think that place
was OK because of its history and orbs where flying everywhere, but since it
was March I was nervous and thinking “beware the Tides of March.” Don’t these people read anything? I was told the next morning that my snoring
was heavy. Oh well.
It’s
probably too early to know, but my breath seems softer here in Arizona or
wherever we are. Maybe this desert soil
suits me but it could be the minty breath softener biscuits that Annie says are
good for me. I’m not looking to hook up
with some mongrel so I don’t know the
source of her thinking about feeding me these crunchies but a snack is a
snack. Sometimes I take a sniff of my
own breath and it seems like a good enough match for who I think I am. The place we are staying has more room for me
to plop. I have several couches, two lazy boys whom I call Billy and Bob. Clark
seems to think one of them belongs to him but whenever he leaves I make my
move. Furthermore, I’ll be dipped in cat do-do but the floor
tiles here are warm to my belly and most importantly not slippery. Hatched in the Rockies, like some of you, I
like learning about other places that seem to know my name.
While
there’s no ocean to produce the mass contentment that was floating in the
clouds on Padre Island, this place has warm air, trees that aren’t from Dr.
Seuss, and birds that make Annie go “ooh.”
I don’t know why the birds produce this response in her but I listen
when this happens as it surely means something valuable that often escapes me,
Listening and watching is a good thing. The only bird I like is chicken because
it tastes so good. I really like clark’s bbq chicken. Sometimes I have to
remind him to go easy on the sauce, usually to no avail. It seems with a bbq
brush in hand he thinks he’s Annie. I’m
pretty sure I saw a lizard when we were walking today. I remember those rascals
from last years trip. I want one for a
pet. It would be cool to put him on a
leash, troll him around Tubac and show everyone that I’m a cool lizard
master. I’ve shared these thoughts with
clark but he does not always transport my good ideas to Annie. No matter, I dream of having a lizard on a
leash.
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