Saturday, June 23, 2012

Freddy's Exciting News

I have some pretty amazing news to tell you all. My man, who you have heard me talk about many times, decided to try an 'experiment'. He likes to ride his bicycle and he wondered what would happen if I went with him.

He didn't know that I was just going to love it to pieces. The first day we didn't go far. He walked beside the bicycle and I walked beside him while he held our leash. Well, let's face it, anyone can do that!! But he thought it was pretty darned good that I could walk next to a bicycle that he was rolling along so I let him praise me. After we walked around a bit he started to ride. Well, that was different. Walking next to wheels is not the same as walking next to legs. For one thing they go faster and I like that. I have very long legs and the people don't so we always go too slow for me. This bicycle business, I liked it a lot.

We rode down a hill and through a park that had grass in case I ran off after a squirrel (which I would do!!) and my man fell over or something. Then we went home. He was very pleased with himself that he had taught me how to walk next to a bike!! Please refer to my second paragraph - it's not rocket science - walking next to a bicycle. But, my woman human was all excited and he was all excited so I let them praise me to the skies then left them to it and went to have a nap.
That's not me, of course. But it's my man and my woman and their granddaughter showing off their matching helmets.

Now, he takes me all the time with him and we go on much longer walks. I love it. I get 'exercised' and so does he - that's a good deal, right? We don't have to go on the grass any more because I don't run off or run into the wheels, I trot along beside him at a respectable distance and watch the world go by. It's nice to spend time on my own with my man. It's nice too to do something that Kaede isn't pushing her nose into. She's not invited on a bicycle. Only me.

The only thing my man doesn't like is when I stop suddenly. And I stop suddenly every time we go out. You see, it's my bowels. Clockwork. And when a boy has to go a boy has to go.


The end.