Canadians are not like us.

We have visited Canada; we have known Canadians, and they always seem a little different.  They like beer; they seem to enjoy life a little more, and they love the southwest United States.  They are always friendly and sharing,  and they have figured out health care.  The Commander has been driving Kadizzle nuts wanting to do a thirteen mile hike down from The Four Peaks.  Yesterday, in the course of hunting for The Sneaker,  Kadizzle came across a Canadian couple who looked fit and like hikers, so Kadizzle asked if they liked to hike.  Their answer was yes.  Ah ha, these people could take The Commander on the big hike, and Kadizzle would not have to worry about his meal ticket being eaten by bears.  So today, the two Canadians and The Commander did the hike.  When Kadizzle met the Canadians, he saw their feet.  Canadians are like Hobbits. They do not have feet like Americans.  The Canadians were going to hike in their Canadian feet.  Kadizzle wondered how do you hike without arch support.  Do you have arch support when you were born the Canadians asked?  I guess not.  So the bears, Indians, and mountain lions that tracked this group must have wondered what travels in threes, has one normal set of tracks and two Canadian tracks?

Starting at 8 A.M. the Canadian escorts brought back The Commander at 3:30 P.M.   The group faired well, and had come across some new Indian sites in the process.  In the past Kadizzle has come across what appeared to be barefoot human tracks deep in the outback.  Now Kadizzle knows what kind of tracks Canadians leave.  Apparently the males have an orange colored foot, and the females are smaller with a blue color.  If only Mexicans had such identifiable feet, the Republicans in Arizona could catch them so much easier crossing the border to pick the vegetables and do drywall.