I'm not in heaven.
I know I've had a lot of close calls lately, but I am not on a cloud in heaven.
I lucked out over the weekend!
I actually found one cotton field left outside of Houston that hadn't been picked yet!
I was enjoying the view from my fluffy spot,
when I noticed a silver truck heading towards Beth. (she was taking
pictures as usual)
The man hollered out his open window, "Pretty cotton, huh?" Beth stopped clicking her camera to agree. The farmer who happened to own the land said the cotton would all be picked by tomorrow! Whew! I almost missed an adventure with cotton!
One more disturbance!
This truck was even bigger. And it was coming our way! It came to the edge of the field and turned towards Beth and me, before heading back up to suck up more cotton. Beth waved so I think he saw us. Well, maybe not me. As you can see I blend well with cotton.
Adventure in the Cotton Field
Well, it was enough adventure for me just watching this truck from my cotton perch! This crazy mechanical cotton picker was plucking up as much cotton per minute as over two hundred sets of human humans.
Actually, I'm not sure how many hands it would take to do the work of one mechanical picker. But I do know humans were the only ones picking cotton before 1943. It would have been a lot quieter out here watching the cotton getting picked back then. Maybe I could have helped. I could have at least done a little singing. I would have liked that part.
Beth says Texas is a big state for cotton, but she's taking me to Mississippi in a week to stay at an old cotton farm. I don't know about that. We'll see.
The last time I enjoyed the pool, my lower paws got really wet.
Beth flipped the ring over and stuffed something in the hole so I'd stay dry.
That was before I got lost in New York, where I had some dangerous adventures and had to have my paws stitched up!
Now it's September and hot... and I want to swim!
I asked my friend Rose to join me and she said "No thanks." She also warned me about getting my stitches wet. Why is she always so practical?
So I dug up a toy canoe. (Ordinarily I don't do toys) But I wanted some pool time! It was kind of nice floating around.
But why didn't Rose remind me about a paddle when she was doing all her reminding! If I'd had a paddle I could have prevented...
being sucked into the stupid skimmer thing!
This picture is blurry because I was spinning in circles! And the skimmer basket below me was stinky with moldy leaves. I've heard stories about frogs, turtles and small snakes trapped in here. This was really creepy.
Usually I love adventure, but this just made me nauseous.
She pulled me out and gave me a towel and a beach chair. I like adventure, but it wasn't too bad just sitting a while in the sun. Rose didn't try to lecture me at all.
How big am I?
A lot of people have been confused about my size.
I thought I would pose with something like a bottle cap, and then you could guess my size better.
What's with these bottles of pop?
At first I had a hard time deciding which bottle to pose on. But look at those flavors. I don't even know what they are.
While I was up there posing, I realized I actually had a pretty nice view from the top of the bottle.
I was enjoying the view and feeling pretty smart about finding a way to show that I am only 2 inches tall...when I heard my friend Rose laughing.
What is she doing?
I looked over to see Rose arranging some tiny bottles of pop. Hmmm?
A New Pose
This is Rose's idea. She thought this was pretty funny. Here I am posing with some bottles that are about 3 inches tall. I told her this would just confuse people more.
Sometimes I don't understand Rose's humor. But she loaded up this case and told me to hop in for a ride. Now that was fun.
Lots of Exploring Over Labor Day Weekend!
I took Rose out to the Texas Hill Country for a few days. She is from New York, so I stayed very close to her, in case she was suddenly spooked by a scorpion or a roadrunner or a fox.
It was at least 100 by the time we reached the top of this Prickly Pear cactus. Rose isn't used to this kind of heat, so I reminded her to take her time.
I forgot to remind Rose about the prickles on the Prickly Pear. You can see them on my stomach. When I was lost in New York, (before I was rescued) I lost a lot of fur during a few mishaps. I don't have much protection anymore.
Rose Likes to Help
Rose took one look at those prickles and she used those big teeth of hers to pull each one out.
I tried to remind her that I've been through a lot of adventures, it wasn't that bad!
But she just wrapped those big paws around me and she kept saying...
"There, there, there..."
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.