Traveling Alpaca Stories: If I Was A Maverick

Maverick? Not quite. Another week, another arena. That seems to be much of my life lately. Ever the sports fan, my owner makes me tag along to different events. Hockey first, basketball second. I must say I prefer the gentle sound of skates on ice to the harsh squeak of this court, but of the two events – this is by far the more gentle of the two.

Not as much shoving, no boards to crash into, and the players aren’t constantly elbowing each other or tripping a member of the opposing team with a stick.

The name Mavericks feels misleading, as I wish I was out wandering with the mavericks of my time, before I came to this new life. The sun, the moos and caws, the grass. I miss those days where I spent my time outside, basking in light of the sun.

Photo originally published on December 4, 2010

Story originally published on June 9, 2016