My people took me for an early walk. That’s good – I think – except we hardly ever go for morning walks. We usually go in the afternoon or evening. And only sometimes do both of my people go with me. But the worst thing was that they cut the walk short. No way can it be time to go back already.
Here comes the really bad thing. After we got back from my walk both my people got in the car and left. They said they were going to a place called Mesa and they would be gone all day.
What! You mean I’m stuck in the house all day with Scratchy? Can’t you at least leave me out in the yard? I promise I won’t jump the fence. Really.
And where is this Mesa place? Why is it so far away. We have lots of mesas right around here. You could run over, touch a mesa, and come right back. Or you could at least go to Airport Mesa, catch a plane to that faraway Mesa, and then you could get back home sooner.
Well, I was hanging out in the house feeling miserable because my people were gone so long, and I had started to squeeze my legs together, when I heard a strange car in the driveway. Well, it wasn’t my people’s car anyway. I think I’ve heard this car, but not for awhile.
Then somebody came in the front door. It was a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time and she let me out in the back yard. What a miracle! How did she know to come over just now? I felt so relieved.
My people finally came back home and I tried to tell them how lucky they were that my friend came over when she did, when it dawned on me.
I heard somebody say once that mesa means table in Spanish. We have a table in the kitchen. My people didn’t have to go anywhere.