Dad and Mom took me on a ride the day in what they called an MG convertible. Now thinking about, there is a few more of them sitting, but we took the blue one, I think that’s the color they called it.

Well, I got to sit on Mom’s lap and have the wind blow in my face as went to someplace called Finlayson. Maybe everybody is Finnish, what ever that means.

We went to a place called a cemetery, they said its where they bury dead people, but I didn’t see any, but it sure was full of grass, and I love grass.

I met another dog on the back, I didn’t know you are suppose to stick your tongue out in the wind, but a learned a new lesson, it’s actually kind of fun, I don’t know humans don’t do it as they are going down the road.

One thing I didn’t like was the smell when Dad we were gong past the chicken farm. I know if I can eat chicken again if I remember what they smell like.

Oh, I almost forgot. The other day an older lady, who was quite surrounded by perfume, came into the office and a jumped up to my perch on the front counter. I don’t know who was more scared her or me because yelled “skunk”. I guess that must be something bad. I don’t know.

Here’s licking you...Pixie