Tibet. Tibet. Tibet. That’s all I’ve heard my master and mistress talk about for more than a week. Bad enough that they left me and Chica for another of their faraway trips but even worse is having to hear about it as nauseam after they get back. They have talked about prayer wheels, yak butter, bodhasattvas (new word for us dogs), yaks and who know what other outlandish things.
At least this time they didn’t leave us in cages at the vet for two weeks. Instead we stayed in the home of our housekeeper, Nina. Never had time to get lonesome there as four women clucked over us in Spanish day and night. Really we hated to leave the place, especially as we were about to learn the lingo.
This weekend we got a break from both Spanish and Tibet talk when we went to our country place in Tarpley for the first time in six weeks. There the conversation centered around rainfall (some but not enough) wildflowers (lots) and a couple of amazing insects around the house. First there was a gigantic walking stick. Then there was a huge green caterpillar with multicolored projections.
Thank goodness there were no scorpions this trip but my mistress did find a very large tick with a white spot in its underside on her scalp, which freaked her out. Well how did she think I felt when she found one in my ear a few days ago?
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