Wagons Hoooo! Part 4

Well, Ezra wasn't the only one with issues. My beloved rottweiler, Beatrix, has always loved adventure. Unfortunately, change did not agree with her sensitive purebred tummy. By the time we got to Fort Laramie in Nebraska, Beatrix was so plugged up we expected her to blow at any moment. This is a terrifying thought when you consider that Beatrix was the only dog I knew who had visible farts.

I walked and walked her trying to aleave her of her discomfort - she would wait until we were in the middle of a crowd and then hunch her back and strain, all to no avail. We'd walk some more; stop, hunch, strain, nothin'. Walk, stop, hunch, strain, nothin', etc... After the first hunch, all of my family members abandoned me. That's right. Where was the love then?! To this day, I can still picture my mother and father-in-law off in the distance just dying with laughter at my burning red face and Beatrix's fruitless efforts. Poor Bea Bea. But revenge would be hers. She just needed time. Time to plot the ultimate in-your-face sweet, sweet revenge....