By this time, I was about as ready to get home from my remote unknown location on Slide Mountain as I am to finish this story. I was about to ask Dorothy what was to be the next move when she abruptly stated "sit!" I dutifully dropped to the ground. At her feet, with my elbows resting on my folded knees, I suddenly felt like a boy scout in front his scout leader ready to absorb every word. Not looking at me but gazing wistfully at the distance in front of her, she went on to quietly say, "not you, I was talking to Otto." I turned my head over my right shoulder and caught a glimpse of the little black terrier sitting on his back legs, panting with a tongue hanging all the way to his thin red collar. Other than the quick rhythmic movements of his chest, he was totally immobile. The cursed pooch was stareing at me like I was some kind of idiot. I was not pleased. My left eye twitching, lips tightly closed, I returned the look at the canine traveler and silently barked, "yeah, but can you write a blog!!"