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.
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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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