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| Guest Writer: Cinnamon |
By Guest Writer: Cinnamon (Canela) Rose
She doesn't think I know. We're leaving. I grew up in New
Mexico and am used to running through the dusty desert, having fun on The Plaza
in Santa Fe and, in the summer, wading in Tesuque Creek to cool off. I'm a bi-lingual perro. So why would we leave?
Porque? And where are we headed? Donde? I know we're leaving. She's packing my
toys and food.
I'm sticking close to her these days just in case. She
adopted me from the Santa Fe Animal
Shelter just over a year ago. I want to make sure I'm on board when she
leaves and not left behind.
She has a special plastic bin for my treats and medications.
She doesn't think I noticed it when she dripped that stinky flea and tick
medication on the skin on my back. We must be headed for a land full of
insects. I don't like the idea of getting bitten by insects. We are flea and
tick free here in the mountains of New Mexico.
And today, I suffered through yet another bath. Doesn't this
new place have tubs? Is this my last bath before I head for the land of fleas
and ticks?
I'm feeling a bit sad these days. I'll miss my friends from
the dog
park and my bestest dog and people friends from the neighborhood. I won't
miss that yappy little dog across the street and I won't miss those stinky cats
that roam the neighborhood at night like they own it.
It's been a good life here. How could it be any better?
I'll be writing more when I know more.
Later, Cinnamon
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