Wind in My Whiskers*

Climbing to the top of the steep rocky hill, our path suddenly disappeared. Our side-by-side came to an abrupt halt on the precipice. Channelling Trinidad's narrow alleys, my human carefully turned our craft around, avoiding plummeting us over.

drive!
Over hills and exploring the desert, we chugged along. Wind flew through my whiskers, and I kept warm swaddled in my blanket. 



*the video doesn't play on phones ... why blogger, why?

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