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| My humans, without consulting me, took me from my home in Seattle, across the mountains, to Montana, to Yellowstone, to Wyoming and Devil's Tower, to South Dakota and the Badlands, to Wounded Knee and Deadwood and Mount Rushmore. And then home. Despite my trying to get them to take decent pictures of these places, no matter how much I barked, I was ignored. For the most part.... |  |
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I know my humans were wanting an authentic Wild West experience, but I got tired of watching them put up our teepee each night. It was far more comfortable to stay in the camper, in my opinion. |
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We were in this place called Yellowstone and
there was this big thing called a Buffalo. I wanted a piece of him, he
made me so mad the way he |
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But then there were some beasts I was happy my overbearing humans kept me from chasing.... |
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As if I needed special rules to know not to chase a Grizzly Bear. Even a little Rat Dog, like me, knows you don't mess with bears. |
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Isn't this the Grandest Teton you've ever seen? |
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For over an hour my favorite human and I sat on some
grassy area near Jackson Hole, Wyoming, while I tried to teach her the Rat
Dog version
of the Macarena. This human has absolutely no sense of rhythm, so I finally gave up.
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Now, see the difference?? This is my other human feeling the rhythm in the Black Hills of South Dakota and she's shaking one mean Rat Dog Macarena. This is one human who can really move her ham hocks. |
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My worst night of this entire trip was
spent in Deadwood, South Dakota, the town where Wild Bill Hickok had his
way with Calamity Jane before he got murdered by Jack McCall. My humans left me alone in the camper and went into Deadwood for a night of |
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After we left the Black Hills, Mount Rushmore, the Crazy Horse Memorial and Wind Cave behind, we went further West, towards Badlands, the National Park. Right at the entrance to Badlands, the National Park, there is this town called Wall, you see billboards for hundreds of miles telling you that you must stop in Wall. At the Drug Store. And so we did. Stop at Wall Drug Store. It was a sprawling tourist trap which I rather enjoyed being carried around in. People paid so much attention to me. I heard one person say that I was the cutest little Rat Dog they had ever seen. I think Wall Drug Store was my favorite place on our entire trip!! |
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Thank you for letting me tell you a little bit about my life as a Rat Dog. I'm very sorry my humans did not take better pictures of the places we saw. Can you believe it?? Not one picture of a geyser at Yellowstone, not one of the faces at Mount Rushmore, not one bad thing from the Badlands. Well, all I can say, and this probably doesn't mean anything, coming from a Rat Dog, but I think my humans should take me somewhere else. Seattle, maybe. And they should take better pictures the next time.... |
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