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for one of their babies that fell out of the tree, carry him back upstairs, and stuff him full of nuts.”
    Ha, ha, ha. Oh boy. I am so done with this guy. I give him a taste of my rapid-fire barking to show what I think of him.
    â€œKeep the noise down,” he says. “Otherwise, I’ll have to get out my flyswatter.”
    Mona starts laughing, and Glory, who has been quiet up till now, starts giggling. And then I hear a snigger. Heckles. That’s it. I’m finished with this family and ready to find my pack.
    Somehow.
    Someway.
    Leash or no leash, I am going to escape.
    The ranger obviously likes being Mr. Funny, and he leans down to talk a little longer to Mona.
    â€œKeep an extra close watch on him. We’ve got mosquitoes in the park that could carry him off and feed him to their young.” I turn my back on the ranger. He probably has a shriveled-up heart from living so close to the wilderness and not being a brother to anything wild at all. I drop to the floor and slump down with my head on my paws. We’ll just see how my fellow travelers like having the best traveler in the bunch go on a major pout.
    The problem is, when we get moving again, I want to smell everything. I hop back up on the seat. It’s not easy pouting when you’re this excited. Unfortunately, Mona has listened to the ranger and is carefully following the rules. The only air is coming through Mona’s air-conditioning system. I start whining and whimpering.
    That doesn’t get the window to come down, so I put my slobber setting on high and go to worklicking the windows. That almost always works, but not today. Today all I get is Mona telling me she’s going to stick me in the backseat. That gets my tongue back in my mouth pretty quick. There is a powerful odor of rat pee coming from back there, and it isn’t getting any fresher with the windows rolled up.
    We drive slowly, and pretty much the only thing to see is the big butt of the motor home crawling along ahead of us. Finally we turn into a campsite. I start whining and slobbering again. I can’t help it, I’m so excited.
    â€œThere’s Mom and Dad’s motor home,” Mona says. “And oh look, there’s little Alexandra.”
    I stop slobbering. I stop whining. I stop breathing.
    No! It can’t be. How could her parents let her come to a wild place like this?
    Alexandra is not hard to spot. Just look for the critter with more energy than a gerbil on an exercise wheel and more freckles than common sense. We see her before she sees us, which is a good thing. I drop down out of sight.
    â€œYou’re so lucky.” Mona reaches over andscratches my ears. “She loves animals extra-much.”
    Hector moans a little rat moan.
    â€œ
Que problema,
” says Glory from behind her towel. She and Hector and I have all had experience with Alexandra who loves animals extra-much. My last memory of the little darling was me hanging upside down, her grubby little hand holding me by my left hind leg.
    â€œYou three are in for a good time,” says Mona. “No brothers or sisters. No pets allowed in her apartment, poor thing. She loves you guys!”
    Less love. Please, less love! As we pull into the campsite, I peek over the windowsill. Poor thing jumps up and knocks over her chair. She shrieks and comes running with her pigtails flying. Alexandra looks just as wild as ever. In fact there is only one difference I can see from the last time I was dangled like a chew toy in her hands.
    She’s bigger.
    â€œPrepare for the attack.” I jump into the backseat. The passenger side door is ripped open before Mona can even stop the car.
    â€œDid you bring Lobo?” Alexandra shrieks. She has a voice that could scramble an egg.
    I scurry down to the floor to hide.
    â€œGrab the dog,” says Hector. “Please grab the cute little dog.”
    A freckly, nail-chewed hand reaches behind the chair and latches