This is me and Mom on top of Sandia Peak, high above Albuquerque. We drove up there before picking up my brother Hondo at the airport. Mom was worried that at 11,000 feet I would pass out or something, but I was just a wild dachshund (again), running around. Today was also a great day because Thom the carpenter was here boarding up the water heater closet but, more important, installing a screen door: one or both doors were open most of the day, and I got to be a free-range dachshund, running in and out of the house as I pleased, without a leash.
(Mom and Dad would never let me try that in New Hampshire because they know I would take off for the woods and be gone for hours if not days. However, New Mexico is a little strange and scary, and I like to stay close to the house and Mom and Dad.)
It's great to see Hondo again! He's stopping here on his way back to New York from dropping off his girlfriend Deb at graduate school in San Diego. Coming home from the airport I couldn't make up my mind between sleeping against his leg or Dad's (Mom was driving).
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