Since becoming brothers with Bean, the Chihuahua, I’ve acquired quite the taste for Mexican food. So you can imagine my delight when I overheard my human family talking about driving to a new place called, “Taco City”. All week I heard, “I can’t wait to go to Taco City! I hear it’s amazing, humongous, and one of the most visited places in the country!” And best of all it’s within a mere hours drive. So we woke up early on Saturday morning, packed a small picnic lunch and were off to chase down this giant taco of the West. Bean and I saddled up in the back of the Excursion, licked our chops and prepared to indulge in some scrumptious Mexican cuisine. If this place lives up to its name, we are sure in for a treat!
We began our trek up a giant mountain and as I had my muzzle pressed against the cold glass I saw the strangest site I had ever seen. The ground was covered in a white fluffy stuff that made my kiddie siblings erupt into a frenzy and cheer with glee. Papa human quickly pulled over and the whole gang piled out like a pack of greyhound racers out of the starting gate. They threw themselves into the white substance, started rolling around and even picked up handfuls and threw it at each other. When they opened the trunk I leapt fearlessly into the mysterious white abyss, the likes this Florida dog had never seen. My humans were acting like lunatics as they continued to frolic and leap up and down the mountainside. It was obvious the kids had never experienced something like this before. It felt cold on my nose and paws and wet on my belly. I tried eating it but it didn’t really have a taste. It was fun to see it turn a bright yellow when I tried to mark my territory. After a few moments of unbridled joy, we retreated back to the truck cold, wet and exhausted. Mama human asked the kids if they enjoyed their first encounter with something called “snow” and they all exclaimed in unison, “Yes, that was awesome!” My paws and nose were ice cubes and my drool streams hung down like icicles. I looked at Bean wearing an impish grin all warm and cozy in his blanky. Maybe that old, native New Yorker dog wasn’t as dumb as he looked. Now I could really use some of those spicy Tacos to warm up my chilly tummy.
As we came barreling down the snowy mountain, before our eyes lay the most beautiful crystal clear body of water any of us had ever seen. The family started yelling, “Taco, Taco, Taco, we made it!” I thought to myself, ok I see the lake, but where are the tacos and the sweet Mexican senoritas? I turned to Bean in confusion and he just shrugged his little shoulders in disbelief. And then the mystery was solved. As we pulled into the lake parking lot I saw the giant sign that read, “Welcome to Tahoe City!” What the heck is a Tahoe? Don’t tell me we’ve been the victims of misunderstanding again. I feel like I’m living a real life episode of Three’s Company! The truck came to a stop as the excitement reached fever pitch and finally the Mexican food I had been dreaming about was no longer on my mind. I now had my sights set on that gorgeous lake, big enough for a Bullmastiff size bathtub and clean enough to gulp down right from the source. We ventured down the rocky hillside and onto the cool sand. The shoreline was speckled with smooth, pretty stones in assorted earthy colors. The air smelled like freedom, the water looked like a mirage, and the mountain backdrop was like something from a dream. I pulled like a sled dog reaching for the finish line at the Iditarod.
The very moment Papa human unhooked my leash I dashed for the shoreline to experience this amazing place, first paw. I dove my muzzle into the cool sand, chased the kiddies, chewed on sticks of all sizes, guzzled down water by the gallon with my huge mastiff tongue, and best of all… dug giant holes until I couldn’t feel my paws anymore. Finally a place to dig without being scolded. Oh yes, this was getting good! After a few hours of pure playtime bliss, I felt a familiar rumble in my tummy and suddenly wanted to find some grub. There were picnic lunches on every blanket and with a little Yogi Bear ingenuity, I knew I could have my teeth on some yummy food in no time. As I stealthily approached the nearest blanket to case out the scene, I was surprised by the generosity of the nearby humans. They just started throwing food to me with no bother at all. Potato chips, bread, cookies, hot dogs, you name it. It was effortless as I swallowed it down with lightning speed before my humans couId see how much chow I had scored . But as always, I had to outstep my boundaries as I zeroed in on a blue-haired senior with a mouth watering bucket of KFC all to himself. I attempted to take a nibble of a drumstick as he wasn’t looking, but got stone cold busted and tapped on the nose with a rolled up magazine. Apparently my cute mushy face doesn’t have the same affect on everyone. Mama human came running over in anger, scolded me abruptly, and leashed me back up. I was so ashamed, but I’m glad I gave it the old obedience school try.
A fantastic day was had by all, and as we packed up our stuff, Mama human asked a friendly beachgoer to snap a family portrait. I still had my eye on Grandpa Chubby’s bucket of KFC, but I guess it just wasn’t in the cards. I know I could have made off with the entire stash before he could he even waddle to his feet. Nevertheless, I was quickly yanked in the opposite direction to pose for yet another of Mama humans umpteenth photo ops. Man that gal sure is camera happy! As you can see by the hold that Papa human has on me, I wasn’t feeling very photogenic at the moment.
As we drove away from picturesque Lake Tahoe we all had sandy toes and full bellies. The aroma of our wonderful beach adventure permeated the air. It may not have been the heavenly Taco City that Bean and I were yearning for, “but once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places, if you look at it right.” I sure am Grateful for my loving family and all the places they bring me. Petco gets kinda old after a while…
Next on the agenda is something I simply cannot wait for. From what I’ve heard, plans are already underway for a New Year’s adventure to somewhere called, “Barkley, California!!!” I hear that place is crawling with female beauties of every possible breed and pedigree. I can just imagine the head turning when I set my handsome paws on the scene. Keep ya’ll posted.