Yesterday was one of the toughest days of my life. Whew! I'm glad it's over. Finito!
First the big dogs would not let me manga on my desayuno. They are such bullies. Fine.
So I went to pond to chase turtles. There's an old lancha in the pond, stuck in the mud like a beached whale. No one ever rides in that thing. If anyone got in it would probably sink! That boat does not float -- crazy lancha!
So I jumped on it (because I am curious) and what do you think met me face to face? A water moccasin! Stinky, scary snake. I tucked my tail and ran with my ears back, all the way down the dirt road until I could not see -- for all the dust my macho arms and legs had stirred up.
When I got back home I tried to tell the guys what was going on at the lancha!
"Loco mocoso" they called me.
That's not very nice. What did I ever do to them but play with them and try to make them happy? They are soooo grumpy, those big dogs.
So I went for a nap in the courtyard and here somebody comes yelling at me to get out of the courtyard, saying they don't like me relieving myself on the sidewalk where people walk.
"It's not me!" I try to tell them with my sad puppy dog eyes, "It's those grumpy big dogs that always want to spray their territory and everyone elses."
The people, they don't listen, they act like they can't understand me, can't tell what I'm saying with my body language and my staring. They shoo me away, send me out the side door and I bump right into a turtle sleeping next to a cactus. He snaps at me, "Outta my way, little booger."
Why is everyone calling me a booger today. I'd rather be called a loco mocoso than a booger -- it sounds much more distinguished.
By now I'm exhausted, I've been chased from every spot I've found all day. So I find Neilyoung, he's been here longer than me and he's about my size. "Neilyoung, how do you do it? Nothing ever gives you any grief," I say, "How do you maintain your zen state?
"You see this spot right here?" says Neilyoung, "I found my perfect spot and I never leave it. I'm so happy here in this perfect spot that I could not imagine not being in my perfect spot, always..."
Neilyoung's crazy. I think I just figured that out. That's why he's so content all the time, half his cabeza is missing the connection to the other half his cabeza.
My whole day went just like that until sunset when I found a nice spot on the edge of the porch with a view of the river and that puesta del sol that is so muy fabuloso.
I had just enough time to soak it all in when I smelled a familiar odor, and I am so very curious as you know. I stuck my nose up in the air and sniffed. The smell so intoxicating overcame me just as an opossum ran past the porch step -- and the hunt was on baby! Yeah!
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