But then my person did something strange.

Hey, person. You took a wrong turn. The vet’s that way.

What? We’re not going to the vet?

I was really bummed until we got out of the car. There were lots of dog smells there.

Come on person, let’s go. Where are we anyway?

This is a dog park? They have parks for dogs? You never told me that before.

What? I’m finally starting to be nice to all the other dogs on my trails so you thought you’d let me come? What do you mean finally starting to? I’m always nice.

I couldn’t believe it when my person took off my leash. I found so many places to check messages and leave my own that I ran out of message juice – and without my leash my person couldn’t even drag me away.

Then I met Baxter. That little pup followed me around but I think he just wanted my Frisbee.

Baxter really had his eye on my Frisbee.

There’s no doubt about Baxter’s motives now.

Now Baxter, if you just remember who that Frisbee belongs to we’ll get along fine.

Hey person, I had great fun at the Dog Park chasing Frisbees and balls. Can we go back tomorrow?

What? What do you mean I got too much exercise and you didn’t get enough?

Anyway, I was lying there peacefully when suddenly I smelled something. It couldn’t have been me I smelled – it must have been my person. But just to make sure I thought I’d better move.

I got up and left the spot by my person’s feet and plopped myself down in the hallway.

Nope, I don’t smell anything here. It wasn’t me, it had to be my person. Or maybe Scratchy. Was he over in that area?

No sooner than I had gotten comfortable in the hallway my person said something about the smell. And you know what? She blamed me!

Hey person, it can’t be me. I’m not even near that area. It must be you, or Scratchy.

What’s a dog to do? I get blamed for everything.

The next time that happens I’m going to stay next to my person and make sure I really stink up the place.

Sedona is famous for UFO sightings. At least that’s what some people say. My person says you can do a Google search (a what?) and find all kinds of entries.

So today we were walking on one of my trails that we don’t go on that often. I’ve seen this before, but I didn’t realize what it was. Now I know. I’m sure I know.

It’s a tracking station for UFOs. It probably even sends out a signal to draw them into Sedona. That’s why so many people say they see them here.

And look – that cylindrical thing there – you see it? I bet that’s a holding tank for the shuttles so the aliens can come here and no one will find their ships while they’re visiting the tourist shops – or hiking on my trails.

Yikes! I might find a real live alien while I’m out hiking. I sure hope it’s a friendly alien.

I was walking along and I almost stopped in my tracks. This is some footprint.

In case you think this might be a teeny, tiny track and I’m just making this whole story up I thought I’d better have my person take a picture of this next to my paws.

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See? You didn’t believe me, did you?

The biggest mystery is who this large creature is. I haven’t seen anyone on my trails large enough to fit this track, and I’m not sure I want to.

This creature might be bigger than my person and I combined, and I’m not sure I could defend my person if it showed up.

I thought of putting my Detective Dog hat on and looking for some more clues, but I don’t think I’m going to this time.

I think instead I’ll just listen for some loud plodding sounds on my trails, or look for a head that stands so tall I can see it above the bushes.

And if either of those things happen you know what I’m going to do?

I’m going to stick my tail between my legs, turn around, and go the other way.

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Belshazzar’s Feast depicts a vision described in the biblical Book of Daniel. –31&src= Daniel 5:1–31 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You mean this Bible story started with a party? I didn’t know they had parties in the Bible?

It was a king who was having the party? I thought kings were too busy to have parties. I want a party. Can I have a dog party? I could invite all my dog blogging friends and all my trail dog friends over for a big party.

I am listening, person. I can listen and have a party too.

When King Belshazzar was king of Babylon he gave a big party and dogs weren’t invited. I’m not very happy about that.

Okay person, I’ll pay attention to the story.

King Belshazzar had the gold and silver goblets that had been taken from the temple in Jerusalem brought in, and everybody at the party drank wine from them. While they were drinking they praised the gods of gold and silver, bronze, iron, wood and stone. Why didn’t they praise the gods of dogs?

Okay person, I’ll listen.

While they were having this big party and praising all those gods, the fingers of a human hand appeared and wrote on the wall. The king got so scared his face turned pale, his knees knocked together, and his legs gave way. He promised great reward for anyone who could read the writing and tell him what it meant, but no one could.

Then the queen told the king that Daniel could tell him what the writing meant, so the king called for Daniel. Is this the same Daniel who ate all those vegetables? Maybe he’ll give me all the meat that he’s not eating.

Person, I can think about meat now. The story’s on pause while they wait for Daniel to get there. I guess he didn’t eat meat or go to parties.

When Daniel got there he gave that king what for and told him he had set himself against the Lord of heaven because everyone had drunk from the goblets of his temple and praised gods which cannot see, hear, or understand.

Daniel said God sent the hand that wrote on the wall, and the message said that God has brought King Belshazzar’s reign to an end and given it to the Medes and the Persians, because God was not happy with the king.

That very night King Belshazzar was killed and Darius the Mede took over the kingdom.

Hey person, I guess I don’t need a dog party after all.

At least this different way is longer than my usual way so I got to be out on my trails longer, but it was stop and go all the way.

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Okay, I admit I made my person stop a few times too. But this log was really interesting and I don’t know when we’ll be this way again so I’ve got to check it out.

Just because I stopped once doesn’t mean my person has to keep stopping. We were almost home and she found even more flowers to take pictures of.

I’m really mad now because if my person hadn’t stopped so much we would have made it home before that rabbit ran out of my yard. If I’d only been a few minutes earlier I could have checked that rabbit out too.

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My person makes me stay around her when she’s taking pictures and it’s really boring. I start looking for some good weeds to munch on and she gets mad at me for it and yanks me away from them. Or I try to run off down the trail – and then, boing! I hit the end of my leash. And my person yanks me back when I do that too.

So it’s good that we’re running out of flowers for my person to take pictures of. Well, I thought we were anyway. We were walking along the trail and I saw something yellow that wasn’t there before. And then another – and another.

Oh, no! It’s the prickly pears. They’re starting to bloom. And the prickly pears are everywhere on my trails. And they all have lots of flowers. If my person tries to take pictures of all those flowers I’ll never get my walk. We’ll be stopping and going forever. Click, click, click.

It’s bad enough that I have to hang around and wait for my person while she’s taking pictures. But what if she doesn’t finish before it’s time for dinner?

I’ve heard stories about dragons. I’ve heard that they’re big, and they can fly. They can breathe fire too. My person said the dragons on my trails are pink. I wonder if they breathe pink fire.

That could be really bad. Pink fire could burn up all the trees and bushes on my trails – and it might even dry up my puddle too. I would have to go walking through a dark, crispy mass of tangled trunks. That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. And the smells on my trails wouldn’t be the same at all.

What if those dragons breathed fire when my person and I were on my trails? Yikes! That could be really dangerous. We could turn into crispy critters.

Or what if some of my friends were on my trails and those dragons breathed fire? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my friends.

That’s it! I’m going out there to face those dragons. There’s no way they’re going to hurt my friends.

Hey person, I don’t know what you were thinking, but these dragons aren’t even snapping at me.

This is not good. I’d better not drink my water or I’ll be squeezing my legs together before they get home.

At least I can get Scratchy’s food off the counter. Oh, no! They remembered to put it on top of the fridge where I can’t reach it.

Hey Scratchy, can you jump up on top of the fridge and knock your food down?

What? I ate it the last time you did that? I won’t eat it. I promise.

Well, I’ll leave a little bit for you.

Are you done in the litter box Scratchy?

My turn to check it out now.

Now I’m really thirsty. Just a little bit of water. Nope, I’d better not. I’m squeezing my legs together already. I hope my people come home soon.

Oh, thank goodness. Here comes my friend to let me out. I can’t figure how she knows just the right time to come over. She must be psychic or something. She picks up my thoughts that I really need to go out and comes over when I need it the most. I bet she could make a fortune telling dog’s fortunes, the way she reads my mind like that.

What, you’re leaving already!?

I take that back about my friend. If she was so good at reading my mind she would have fed me too – and put Scratchy’s food back on the counter where I can reach it.

Come on back friend. I’ve got to give you some more lessons in reading my mind.

My person and I were walking along my trails today and all of a sudden she started mumbling. She started talking about the things she needed to remember to do when she got back home.

Hasn’t she learned anything from me yet? She’d be much better off if she would enjoy the moment – like dogs do. All that stuff she has to do at home – that can wait until she gets home. She shouldn’t even be thinking about it when we’re out on my trails.

She started saying something about remembering to do the laundry, and then you know what she did? She asked me to help her remember to do the laundry. Me, of all dogs!

Do you think I care if she does the laundry? I actually think she shouldn’t do the laundry. Her clothes smell better after she’s worn them– and then she washes them and takes all that good smell away.

What’s even worse is when she washes one of my toys. She practically ruins it and it takes me a long time to get the right smell back in it.

Maybe I should help her forget to do the laundry. Or maybe I can knock over the laundry detergent so she can’t do the laundry.

Or better yet, I’ll take her on a very long walk on my trails. It’ll be dark when we get back and you can’t do the laundry in the dark – can you?