Day Twenty-Nine

Trip Start Oct 27, 2004
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Zoobley is officially a world traveler now. The rangers at Lake Casa Blanca State Park informed us that they take their dogs back and forth across the border all the time so we decided to give it a try. One of them even offered to let me borrow her dog's papers. Not wanting to end up in a Mexican jail for impersonating a Schnauzer, I decided to rely on Zoobley's rabies tag. The Mexican border guards didn't seem to look up from their morning papers long enough to even notice Zoobley and the U.S. Customs folks only wanted to know if we were both U.S. citizens.

Nuevo Laredo was exactly what I expected, a lot of people aggressively trying to sell a lot of junk. When you cross the street from the international bridge, there is immediately a gauntlet of shady men offering to get you anything they think an American might want. Spotting Zoobley, we were immediately descended upon with offers to get us a veterinarian. Yeah, right, I drove all the way to Mexico to have my dog spayed. Turning down their offers of a vet, they quickly moved on to offers for both legal and illegal drugs followed by offers to get me a girl. I picked up the pace before they could get creative and offer me a veterinarian that turns tricks.

It took only a couple of hours to view Nuevo Laredo's legal offerings and Zoobley and I returned to America having purchased only a couple of colorful blankets. We spent a while bartering with the shopkeeper just for the fun of it while her husband sat in the background yelling something to the effect of "No perro aqui! No perro aqui!" Zoobley politely ignored him and made herself comfortable on a low pile of rugs. Disconcertingly, I noticed numerous cardboard boxes outside every shop stamped "Made in Taiwan." While I would love to think my new blankets were hand made by a little old woman in an adobe hut, something tells me they were made by a little old woman running a hundred electric looms in some slum in Taipai. No matter, a few cervezas and I'll be able to convince myself that I craftily obtained a couple of real Mexican artifacts once owned by a relative of Pancho Villa no less.
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