Headed north sleepy last Friday at the ungodly hour of 5pm. Said goodbye to our beautiful garden and dirty little street, then made it as far as Querétaro, Querétaro before pooping out. The dogs were very excited to get back on the road, but it's always a challenge to find places that accept pets. Generally speaking, a "don't ask don't tell" policy is honored by the finest, most super funky motels, and some are actually quite nice before we arrive. Just past the Jurica exit we stayed at the former Azteca Motel. Now it's called La Juriquilla Inn. Super nice proprietor, but the room was noisy because the place is right on the highway. Not that I'm complaining; we were grateful for the room. Took the dogs for a big walk around the property when Nemo was suddenly pulled to the ground as if by a powerful dog magnet. BAM! He went down so fast I hardly knew what happened. It was dark, but before he fell I saw a sinister, roundish shadow. Then he proceeded to do his best snail darter routine and shot across the ground on his back in all directions so fast I could only see whitish streaks surrounding me. I was laughing out loud until I smelled something that reminded me of my childhood. Something my grandmother called "cow hick." I didn't realize how bad it was until we walked back into our room and I spent the next hour scraping and scrubbing hick off our little cattle dog and his nasty harness. Before the scrubbin', I had never seen Nemo so happy.
