We're having a fight with blogger. However, I think my Dad was able to at least publish some pretty neat pictures we took with my brother Hondo while we took a beautiful walk along the crest of the Sandia Mountain overlooking Albuquerque. As you can see by the pictures, it was pretty far down. I was a tractoring dog the whole 3 miles, and pretty much spent the rest of the day sleeping.

Also, first thing this morning we went to the dump, and then over to the Flea Market again, which was a lot of fun again. I met some very nice dogs except one nasty poodle who came afeter me. Mom and Dad got some cool things including a Day of the Dead figure for the bathroom and a very good table lamp for $5, what we would have paid $45 for in Santa Fe. After we got back from the mountain, the humans went up to Harry's Roadhouse Cafe for dinner and I slept in the car, which was fine by me.

Hondo flies back to New York City tomorrow at noon; then we three will shut down the Casita Tuesday morning and start driving east.