You all know that I’m in a bit of a quandry about the stuff on the fridge. Taking a look at it from a new perspective, I thought maybe I needed a change of pace. A different take on life. A new hobby. Something to take my mind off that dog-gonned fridge and it’s secrets.
I took a little look around. There is actually a lot out there to grab the attention of the average dog, let alone a Griff with a mind like steel trap. Everywhere I looked there was a “thing” that I had never noticed. Well! This was just incredible. All this fun just waiting to be had!
The decision was made. I was going to ride one of those big horses. Mom always enjoys it. She likes it so much that she will actually LEAVE ME ALONE while she rides. If I learn to ride, we could go together. Side by side down a sunny country road, wind in my ears, the squeak of saddle leather, the smell of a slightly sweaty companion (I mean the horse, not Mom), and my mom beside me to make it perfect. *Sigh*
Mom will be so proud! And so happy that I will join her in this. Here she is- What? Get down?? No, that is not right. Rambo is NOT too small to ride the big horses. She’s had too much sun or something, she’s spouting jibberish. I am hearing the word “no” way to often in this one conversation. WAY too often. My dreams are being dashed.
So I did what I know works in a situation like this- I threw a fit.