On road trips with the dog

On our way to Dallas to see the game, visit friends, one of whom had a birthday, and generally try not to think about Zuzia being somewhere other than here, Kevin and I passed something south of Waxahachie.

A Dog Museum.

We brought Indie with us, and she’s a good traveling companion. She was wondering if it was a museum about dogs (which wouldn’t interest her, since she is one already) or a museum FOR dogs. A special museum where the signs on everything didn’t have words, just specific smells. The Famous Dogs Wing, where dogs could sniff the ass end of Lassie, Rin Tin Tin or Benji and really get to know them. Informative displays on things all dogs want to learn about, like how to dig under a fence or sit for a painting and play poker. A memorial to the victims of the Great Flea Outbreak of ’68. Fire Hydrants of the World. The musuem gift shop where you could by the same kind of milkbones the President’s dog likes, and “My owners took me to the Dog Museum, and all I did was fetch this lousy stick.”

I bet Indie would have dug that.