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.

Hiking at 11,000 feet

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".)