ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

On the road again...well sisters, after 15.5 hours of strange-looking prairie, pees along the highway, volcanic valleys and some mighty strange-looking creatures with trees on their heads, we finally arrived in Crested Butte, Colorado. My humans brought me here to see my favorite Aunt (and her Huskies), do a little shopping at the dog spa and do some more of this socializing business.

Well, first of all, in my people's land, we don't have no stinking Huskies--at least I've never seen any!  What's with those different colored eyes?  Why would anyone expect me, the Queen Lily, to accept as my equals such smallish, foxy-looking canines as my tour guides?  (snap, snap)--'I DON'T THINK SO!'  And, did I ever let them know I wanted no part of their tailwagging, coy, mountain dog society. 

My Mom was pretty upset that I almost took her arm off trying to drag myself in all my bigness towards these unfamiliar dogs but I let her know in no uncertain terms I would have no part of them...well, until they left, that is.  Then Mom took my cranky rear end back outside and everytime I decided I would be a big, bad Shiloh, she just sat me down and stood right in front of me and told me to more or less shut-up and stop acting like a fool (in her nice way, of course).  

Hey, I'm only trying to do my job. I have no idea where we are or even why this was such a great idea to leave my dog buddies at home but that's what we did, so I finally gave in to the plan and pretended to enjoy myself.  I did not appreciate Mom cooing and oohing over those other dogs, though.  She even said she missed the Mauja one...by the way, those dogs don't bark they just 'woo woo'??? 

I kept guard though from the deck upstairs and barked as much as I could get by with.

It was sure good to get home.  Talk about road rash...I don't know if I ever want to 'go for a ride' again!  Even Agnies and Bob Barker were glad to see me but being the slugs that they are, they just took a nap on the deck while I played with all my toys.