Just when I thought I liked this swimming thing, I get to a river where Mom sez “No Wyatt! Get out of there!”
The Rio Grande River here in Texas is no place for dawgs. It’s mucky green and doesn’t hardly move and if I go in there, Mom says some guy named Montezuma will get me.
Well if I can’t go swimming, what am I supposed to do? It’s NINETY SIX degrees and we have no air conditioning! Ayi carrumba!
Why? Because my Mom and Dad are EL SUPER CHEAPOS and they always stay where it hardly costs nothin. So we’re along the river next to some place called Mexico.
I don’t know why I can’t swim there. Why, I see some dudes crossing it right now. Oh look,they’re coming this way!