‘Whoa, little doggies!’
This ain’t your everyday, run-of-the mill, cowpoke. This dude wrangles the range with a whole bunch of mojo. Forget riding a horse of a different color. This fella travels by way of a high-spangled , luxurious wagon. Custom, DELUXE. Air conditioned, to boot. Soft and cushy, thanks to the ride of them air-filled tires. Oh, and then there’s that extra layer of comfort.
This day of adventure is brought to you by the one and only, Gilbert Grape, aka, ‘Clueless’. He earned his name due to his many shenanigans, experienced, and noted, daily. Today was no exception. While I was working in the garden, he was up to his cat-meowing at the back door, a rather loud and urgent pleading that urges me to come, post-haste, for he has news that I must hear, IMMEDIATELY.
“Oops, Mama! We done lost some of our feed!”
“Don’t worry, Gilby, there’s plenty more where that came from, I promise.”