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Dude-bruhs and sexy poses


left our campground that had two feet in the desert and two in the not-desert, and came down to where the air was thicker and smelled like green. I could also tell that we were getting closer to home because when we parked the car-house at the bottom of the trail, the other people in the parking lot were dude-bruhs and not hunters. Dude-bruhs are common where I live, but no so common in the desert. Even seeing other people at all was something that we hadn’t seen in the wilderness, so Mom got the leash ready. But there was still one hunter in this parking lot, and the second Mom opened the door to the car-house I streaked right past her hot on the heels of a critter. I left her standing by the car-house screaming, with the leash in her hand.



“I’ve got plenty of water for you, Oscar. And look! Something we haven’t seen in days: there’s shade on this trail!”

“How far are we running today?” I asked.

“Like 9 miles. But only half of it’s uphill.”


“I would find this more believable if you hadn’t just chased a squirrel for a quarter mile a couple of minutes ago,” Mom said, pouring me some water.

I drank what I wanted, and then reached out my paw and knocked the rest into the dirt. “Ugh! Room temperature!”

“Oscar! Look what you’ve done!” Mom said with grief in her voice, like I’d drunk her goldfish or something. “I’m saving my water for you, just in case. When you throw your water on the ground, that’s like throwing away my water.” Mom can be so dramatic sometimes.



grace of a shopping cart, she was back to running like a water buffalo trying to tap dance. “Ow, ow, ow, ow,” she grunted as she ran. Apparently it was hard on her hooves running in the V that the crack in the trail made. When I bumped her out of the way to chase another critter, she bellowed.

We hadn’t seen a single dude-bruh on the trail, and when we got back to the car-house and made lunch, Mom watched everyone go the opposite way. So after lunch she took away my responsibility again and followed the trail of dude-bruhs. At the bottom we found a river and turned away from all the dude-bruhs to find a little solitude. Mom threw a stick into the water for me. Usually I’m not a fetch dog, but sticks are terrific so I remembered that I knew how to swim and fetched the stick as many times as she would throw it. I could feel all the dust from almost 2 weeks in the desert washing out of my beautiful coat. That dust would only live on in my memory, and in our bedclothes. Once I had cooled off, Mom went back and found where all the dude-bruhs were hanging out. They were floating in bunch of little pools that smelled like eggs. We found an empty one, and Mom stuck her feet in up to the knees. I didn’t want to touch the stuff. “Um… are you sure you want to track that into the car-house?” I asked. “It’s kind of stinky.”

“You’re right,” she admitted. “I never did like hot springs all that much. They always seemed kind of like dirty dishwater to me. They’re kind of slimy.” So we left to find our next home for the night.

-Oscar the hot dog

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