It's the week before Thanksgiving here in the Chihuahuan desert. The night-time temperatures have driven the chihuahuas into the depths of the quilts on the bed and every chair or sofa has to have a blanket or comforter they can burrow under.
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Anton Chico is cold
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Readers in colder climes need to appreciate the fact that although this is the Sunbelt, the Southwest, the elevation is 3900ft above sea level and with the 300plus days of warm sun, temperatures in the 50s feel cold to these small canines for whom the desert is named......
We don't understand the big deal about Thanksgiving. We don't consider it much of a holiday. This year the humans are going to dinner with some friends. That means we get stuck in the
Nargle all day. And to add insult to injury, we are sure there will be NO LEFTOVERS. If we weren't pretty certain the animal control officers would split up the crew, we'd complain of abuse.
Especially because we've overheard the humans planning a trip to
some bird watching place on Friday!!!! Another day cooped up!!!! Life is just NOT FAIR----why we're being treated like
DOGS. Those Klingon Kats better beware when we get let out of here.........