Tuesday, July 17, 2012
I know you're all totally wondering about our mystery trip. But before I tell you about where we went, I totally have to tell you about something crazy that happened when we got back.
We were out on our usual Saturday morning cow hike, walking the same trail we've walked like 8 million times, and my human started shouting at me. PUG! PUG! PUG-LET! I wasn't doing anything wrong, I swear. At least I didn't think I was. But I know when my human shouts PUG-LET like that I must be in trouble.
And I was. But not because I did anything bad. No, I was in trouble because I didn't see the great big giant snake that was right in the middle of the trail. And it was going to eat me alive. Or maybe I was just going to step on it. Whatever. There was a snake. And there was me. And that made my human yell.
I don't know how I didn't notice the great big giant snake. But I didn't. And Dutch didn't either. My human says this is why we wouldn't last very long in the wild. I have no idea what that means. I mean, if I did see the snake, then what? It's not like I could do anything about it. A snake is a snake. End of story.
When I mentioned this to my human, she just laughed and said OK. She moved the snake off the trail so nobody else wouldn't almost step on it.
Maybe if I had thumbs I could pick up a snake and move it. Maybe if my human was normal she wouldn't pick up a snake. Maybe if my human wasn't a total spaz she could take a picture with Droid and hold a snake at the same time -- without dropping one of them on me.