O my God!

So first thing this morning we packed out to The Flea (also known as the Santa Fe Flea Market), and the next thing I knew Mom had me posed in front of all these dead animal heads. As you can see, I was mortified.

Other than that unfortunate incident, The Flea was pretty nice. There were a bunch of friendly dogs ... the unfriendly dogs (and an unfriendly cat) were kept tied up ... and there were LOTS of friendly people who went on and on about how wonderful dachshunds were, while patting me, so overall I liked The Flea pretty well. Mom and Dad bought a couple of neat decorations for the wall (a cowgirl photo and a rusty bull).

We came back to our place and Dad did some water projects while Mom and Diane marked jewelry. Then we went over to our friend/excavator's Thomas's house for dinner. He and his wife have a bunch of overenthusiastic little dogs, and I visited with them for awhile but then asked Mom if I could go back in the car, where I rested until it was time for us to come back home.

Tomorrow unfortunately we have to leave our wonderful place. I'll miss chasing the grasshoppers and listening to all the birds.

Sundance