Was the White Shaman worth it?

When is this going to stop? Yet again my mistress has left me and Chica to languish at the vet’s. It was only for a weekend, but any time spent in those cages is too much. I’ll have to admit that they are clean and roomy and that the folks take us out every day to stretch our legs. But we want to be at home in our own bed--even if we do have to share it with our master and mistress.

So where did they go to justify leaving us like that? To see the White Shaman. In case you're wondering, he's a stick figure on the wall of a shelter near the Pecos River out of Del Rio. Don’t ask me why people hike down a slippery slope to see squiggly rock paintings. But they do. And after we got sprung from the vet’s, we had to hear our master and mistress natter on and on about what they thought the drawings meant.

Better they ponder what we dogs are thinking-- especially when they leave us behind. But never mind, we’re home again and enjoying the spring weather. On Monday, Mary had intended to walk without us in Brackenridge Park since the vet wasn’t open. Since every single member of the walking group had conflicts, ranging from emergency health crises to car repair issues, she sprung us early at the vet’s and we had an hourlong meander through the neighborhood. After that, all was forgotten--and forgiven.