They say everything’s bigger in Texas. I like a state that’s big enough for me, but Momma sez even my ego is too big to fit inside this place, whatever an ego is.
We got here to a place called West Texas. It’s like an Old West movie, and some towns I went to are so cool they’re in the movies a lot.
Big cactus, big hat wearin’ cowboys, big haired ladies and big wide open places for me to run, run run. I like it!
Sometimes I overdo it and play too hard though, so today I’m taking it easy on the couch to tell you what I’ve been up to.
One thing I noticed though: these Texans know how to grow those cactus things really big. Which means one thing: big, big thorns! Ouch! I keep getting them stuck in my paws. When I wear my Ruff Wear boots I don’t get ’em, but as soon as I go all nekkid, those thorns like to find their way up in between my toes. Just a few steps and it’s like walking on hot coals!
Hmm. I wonder if the Fake Prada Store has any?