I have a very weird feeling about Jerry going to Mexico next week. I know that is where my heritage is, and it will be exciting for him to see the ruins and eat some real "Mexican" food and not Taco Bell burritos. Today when he left our house I was very concerned and would not let him leave. I kept kissing him and putting my paw in his hand. He is going to bring me back a present from Cancun. Maybe I'll get a colorfully serape to wear on my walks or a cute little sombrero like this little chaps. It will all be fine, I'm just a worry wort by nature. He promised that he would come back safe and sound, and I believe him.
