I took Josh to Red Rocks in Las Vegas last weekend. Well, two weekends ago. This weekend was dog beach, and the end result was virtually the same, only with fewer cacti breaks and a lot less driving.

So last week. Red rocks. Vegas. And not a stripper, casino, or buffet to be found. At least not until we left and had to stop at Prim for a $7 all-you-can-eat dinner. Makes you wonder how the Primm family got so rich. Oh. Right. All the stupid poor people pumping quarters into those little machines.

Not sure if you noticed, but if you ever want to get really rich, really fast, invest heavily in vice. Seriously. Ever med a poor drug dealler? Pimp? Pornographer?

I digress. Vegas. Two days of long road trips and two days of long hikes in the desert, scrambling over rocks, resting on ledges, chasing the occasional jack rabbit, and sleeping in unfamiliar and frequently uncomfortable situations.

In a word, Josh was POOPED.

He slept all day Monday. All day. He didn't even get up to eat until noon.

For the first time, I think wore him out.

I don't think he minds.

For the record, these pics were taken weeks before. You think I would let that dust covered stinker on my new duvet? Hardly. He's spoiled, but certainly not pampered.

Now I just have to convince him to wear those new $60 doggie boots on our next road trip...