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Halloween - what a strange holiday.. Everywhere I look, humans are dressing up like other humans or really creepy critters. OK, I may be only 5 pounds - but what's that all about? Personally, chasing a ball or chewing on a bully stick works just fine for me.
All I wanted to do was to fed ex a package, not make a movie! Arf-Arf!
I don't have any hotel four paws up or four paws down today cuz I had a sleep over with my two legged friends, Jan and John, their two dachsunds, Annie & Mickey, and their two cats Kinda a Noah's Ark/Adobe in Santa Fe. The dogs - we all sniffed butts and made friends. But the cats drove Pudge crazy! She just was all a tither. Meeting those cats consumed little Pudge. But those kool kitties wanted nothing to do with a trembling pup from NYC. I myself was so past all of this. All and all - a good time was had by all. That being said - we haven't been invited back yet either. Thanks a lot, Pudge! Arf-Arf!
Dream on, Pudge!
Since we got to Santa Fe late on Thursday, we decided to go back to Tullivers
for another visit today and to spread some more of the good word. I was so excited to take another looksie. OK, maybe it was the free treats. Whatever, great store. Check it out next time you are in Santa Fe.
You don't have to be a human to have a shopping addiction!
That bag of Prairie is bigger than us. Than again, most everything is bigger than us!
After our visit and some more video shots of Santa Fe, we met our friends for some chow at this cool place called Cowgirl Grill. Despite the fact that every server was some version Obi-Wan Kanobi or Annie Oakley, we still had to sneak in. How silly. Two sane dogs versus a roomful of wackos. Anyway, just to let you know - I got a few bites "under the table" of the chicken Cobb salad - I think it's the best in the west. A to-die-for meal when you are in Santa Fe.
Jan had "Dogs? What dogs?" written all over her face.
We gave our friends the New York minute tour of our BTV Campaign Camper . . .
"The library? Oh, that's under construction."
Than we bid our adieus goodbye - whatever that means. And we were off to
Palm Springs.
"Adieu, Adieu - to you and you and you . . . "
Seeing sagebrush begs the question: Do they make cowboy boots for pooches?
Good bye Santa Fe!
Arf-Arf,
Schmitty, The Real New Yorkie
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