Day 78 – Albuquerque, NM

We’ll have to make do with a rather short posting tonight, as Geri and Don just got back from dinner at the local Indian Casino, and it’s rather late, so I don’t have a lot of time to confer with Don before my bedtime. First, a mild complaint. Geri took me out for a walk early this morning, and we visited with a lady who is here to present her dogs at a show. One of her dogs is a female Goldie, a nice enough dog, but to hear Geri talk, she was some kind of an angel sent from heaven. I mean, I’ve heard some canine compliments in my time, mostly directed at me, but this was over the top. I had a feeling that I was about to be traded off. There, I’ve got that off my broad, manly chest. A little later, Don took me back to the little park we went to yesterday, and I got to do some running and rolling. My leg feels fine now, and I even did some crazy dog twirls and cuts. Felt good. After we got back, we had lunch and they got ready to go out lollygagging around in some museum again. See ya later.

Again, they got back in time for my dinner, and brought with them a new chub of my lunch meat, for which I was very thankful, and a new crunchy plastic bottle toy. Good stuff. Then they were gone again for Geri’s Mothers’ Day dinner, a free buffet at the local casino. What a class act these people are. But they treat me pretty well, so who am I to throw bricks.
I have to tell you what they said about the museum, a Natural History Museum that concentrated on the ancient history of flora and fauna in New Mexico, with emphasis on dinosaurs. They enjoyed the displays and exhibits, but part of the package was an Imax movie called The Grand Canyon Adventure. It turned out to be an enviro-wacko film narrated by Robert Redford and starring Robert Kennedy, whose main message was that Glen Canyon Dam should be torn down. Since Lake Powell is one of their favorite places in all the world, this didn’t sit well with them at all. Don told me that Geri was frothing and muttering by the end of the movie, and he had to take her outside to calm her down. Don took advantage of the Museum comment sheets, and wrote a diatribe concerning the movie. Something about a “beautifully photographed piece of vile and vicious propaganda”, or something like that.

We’re out of here tomorrow, again heading west on 40. Don’s talking about a place called Holbrook, Arizona. Got a feeling that it might be Arizona’s answer to Tucumcari. Hope there’s some grass. Catch you tomorrow!