50
miles from us, in any direction, we have to pass through one more border
checkpoint. We think they recognize us from license plate readers.
Sometimes they have us stop and talk to them. Sometimes they just wave us
through. This time, as we were pulling up and the drug sniffing dog was
walking around the car, Jesse started growling and was going to bark, so as we
pulled up to the border agent in our van and he can’t see in through all the
dark windows along the side, Judy was turned in her seat with her finger to her
lips, shushing the dog. It made perfect sense to us, but to the border
agent it could have been Judy admonishing all the people on the floor of the
van not to make a sound while we got through the checkpoint. He didn’t
have to get his head all the way into the window to see that there wasn’t
really anyone else there and it was all about the fluffy white puppy on the
couch. It ended with a good laugh, and I don’t think we were even that
close to getting arrested this time. Hey, maybe we should try that trick
every time from now on…
So,
tonight we’re in Kerrville. It’s too hot and humid to sleep in the van,
so we’re in a camping cabin.
An
air conditioned camping cabin. It’s not like camping in the van, but it’s
more like camping than staying in a hotel room.
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