In the desert there ain't no one to remember your name:

                 In the desert there ain't no one to remember your name:

I have told you a little about my early years in Arizona. The heat was excruciating 110 degrees in the shade and the nights were no cooler. It was easy to dodge coyotes, the hard part was staying away from the rattle snakes and scorpions. If you get bit by a snake or stung by a scorpion it is pretty much all over for you.

There is a theory that if someone sucks the venom out of the bite before it hits your blood stream you may survive.  It is really hard to find a friend that loves you enough to suck on a rattlesnake wound . Being a dog it is down right impossible. Very important not to lift your leg on the wrong cactus if you get my drift.

This is painful to recall but in the interest of full disclosure I must tell the tale.

I was born in a small border town to a group of coyotes, not animals but human coyotes. These are people that smuggle people across the border for profit. As soon as I was old enough they attached a small but powerful flashlight to the top of my head. I was like rudolf the reindeer only instead of a sled I led groups of humans from Mexico to Arizona across ravines, and trails, and holes in the fences.

Why didn't I just run away you ask? It is not that simple, this was all I knew they fed me and if I did my job I did not get beaten. All my family had been raised in such a fashion and the ones not smart enough to learn the trail were soon gone and not too a good place I am sure.

I was one of the best I am very smart as I may have pointed out. I soon came to the attention of a cartel of very bad people that brought packages of very bad things across the border. As I grew in stature they started to put small back backs on me and fill them with some kind of contraband. Since I knew the trails by heart they would load me up and send me from Mexico to Arizona and sometimes back across with the pack filled with green paper.

I knew what I was doing was wrong but as I have said it is hard to run from a situation like this with nowhere to go. Well finally one night I got my chance, the back pack snap broke and I was able to scrap the flash light off my head on a cactus bush. It hurt like the dickens but I was free, I ran for days. I finally found a road with cars, I was just about to dart out in front of a car and end my misery when a police car pulled over and saw my plight. She gave me water took me home and gave me food,  eventually she took me on a long journey to California. I was scared the bad men would find me for a long time but that is all behind me now.

We all did dumb things when we were teenagers I had no choice, Bones thinks I should wear a pack and carry his surf wax and lunch for him. Sorry bones my mule days are over.

No matter who people were in the past they can change. I love you all

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger