Canyon Road

Another really nice day in Northern New Mexico, with warm sun and clear skies. We went into Santa Fe and took a nice walk up and down Canyon Road, which is where all the art galleries are. The place was packed with people -- Mom said most of them were from Texas.

The story is that New Mexico is the only place in the country that has any skiing ... and it has a lot of it.

Our idea was that I would pose for some photos with outdoor sculpture, but the first one was kind of mortifying: a miniature moose? You'd think these people would study what size a moose actually is. The funny part is, we were originally going to spend this weekend in northern New Hampshire, with full-scale moose. Really!

The next sculpture was three dancing lambs. Much better! If you're not going to be realistic, might as well have some fun with it.

This afternoon Mom, Dad and I took a trail-less walk out from our property to the neighboring property. We would have walked longer, but the sun was going down and the wind was fierce. I couldn't stop running after rabbit and coyote tracks. On the other hand, once I finally got home, I have been spending a lot of time snoozing on the bed and on the couch.

Mountain Climbing

Today was a BEAUTIFUL day to be up in the mountains. We took a long walk up in the Cerillos Hills. Dad and I posed for a wide view out to the west. It was warm, and I was getting a little hot until we hit some snow, which felt really good on my paws when I walked. Then it occurred to me that it might feel even better if I rolled in it.

Then we went into Santa Fe where Mom and Dad had lunch (I wasn't invited), plus we had a nice walk around the plaza and downtown, which was filled to bursting with people enjoying the beautiful day.

Mom and Dad have bought an "El Cheapo" (as they put it) TV set to go with the El Cheapo DVD player they already had, so from now on, in our long winter evenings out here in Madrid, we'll be able to watch DVDs, in addition to reading newspapers and listening to the local mariachi radio stations.

New Mexico??

I thought the plan was for us to spend New Years weekend in frozen Northern New Hampshire.

Next thing I knew, we were up at 3 a.m. and then on a plane to New Mexico.

Don't ask me how this happened. We can thank my crazy Mom.

It was a long flight -- we went to Albuquerque by way of Orlando, Florida. (Don't ask me to make sense out of that, either!)

Anyway, we're here, and my Dad got the solar electricity going, and the well going, and the propane stove and heater going -- and he even got the hot water heater going without too much of a thrash. (He gets anxious about that ...) We're really happy to be in our casita and looking forward tomorrow to a hike and some time in Santa Fe.