I never like it when Mom makes me pose for these "hot dog" photos. Personally, I find it insulting. This one is in Old Town Albuquerque. (It would be another story if I ever got to eat one of these "dogs".)Today we drove up to the top of the Sandia Mountains, 11,000 feet tall, and walked the crest trail through a beautiful forest. There were several squirrels to chase, but Mom kept me on a tight leash.
At the top, we were 6000 feet above downtown Albuquerque. It was quite a view. Not long after we left, a storm swept over the whole mountain, and we would have been quite wet. Instead, we got home dry and tired, and I had a good sleep while Mom and Dad went out to eat at Harry's Road House. (Mom saved me a good bite of Harry's Hamburger, much better than any so-called "dogs".)
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