So my daddy bought a four wheeler. It is big, red, and loud. Daddy loves it almost as much as he loves mama, but I don't think it is as cute as me. The Friday he bought it my people went riding with Steven and his girlfriend Bonnie.
The next day daddy decided it was time for mama to learn. Her side of the story is that he wanted mama to learn, and daddy's side of the story is that she was begging to learn. Believe whichever tale you would like to, but I don't know why either one would want to ride it. The first time mama rode it daddy said he almost ended up on the ground. He let her practice before he hopped back on. Sadly we do not have a picture of BIG RED.
I don't mind the machine if one of my people is with me, however if they both are on it I don't like the four wheeler.
This weekend daddy and Shovel went hiking and spent the night on Table Rock. Neither mama or I were invited so we had our own special night at the house. Daddy told me to take care of mama, so I barked at everything. It is better to be safe than sorry.
Today I went with daddy to paint the flag football field. I followed him all around the park. I came home covered in red and white paint. I love the weekend!