New doggy?

Don’t have much on my mind this morning. So I’ll relate a story just told to me by my executive producer. She said it came out of her son’s head, the product of a ghost story-induced dream. It may be a real ghost story or urban legend that people tell each other, but I’ve never heard it before.

The Family is on a trip (that is, the general family we all recognize, not the desert drug and sex cartel/cult led by Chuckie Manson). They’re riding in a motor home and cross the Mexican border. They clear the border patrol and set off for a few days of sightseeing, wandering through marketplaces, and driving along the Mexican coastline. Along the roadside, one of the Family’s young sons sees a small dog. It looks lonely, doesn’t have a collar, and the boy and his brother want to pick it up. The parents say that’s okay (because in an eight year-old dream world, parents let their kids pick up strange animals from the roadside).

The Family makes its way through Mexico. The dog, which the parents identify (conveniently) as a Mexican Hairless, seems happy, if not a little hyper. He bounds around the motor home, takes the walks through the marketplaces, and enjoys the Mexican coastline. But all trips must end and soon the family makes its way back to the border with America. As the Parents start clearing their new toys through customs the Boys see an argument beginning. It soon becomes clear that American Border Patrol Agents are refusing to let the new doggy go home with his new owners. Then the Boys hear the Agents yell at his father, “Sir! This is no dog. You have a rat on a leash! And it has rabies!”

Scary enough for me, let alone en eight year-old boy. A few days in a motor home with a rabies-infected rat. That’s spooky stuff. Or maybe not.

On another note, check out the new look at Flutter Glub Meow. Again, it highlights the boundless talent of a young woman I’m proud to call my friend.

More later…