Over here in punkland, the skateboard excitement has not stopped.
All that is dreamed about is trying to do an Ollie.
Yes, I did have to Google the spelling.
I have picture after picture of this same trick… over and over… again and again… day in, day out.
Are you getting me over here?
To get my punk to quit neglecting his sweet dog and to quit asking me to take pictures of his many skateboard tricks do something else… and take care of his responsibilities, I suggested that he take his dog, Daisy, for a walk.
Meet Daisy Mae, who we nicknamed Gordita (little fatty). Daisy is my youngest punks dog. We rescued her from the dog shelter, DAWGS in Texas.
All we know about Daisy is that she was dropped off at the shelter with a pup of hers and she wasn’t even a year old. She stayed at the shelter for about 2 years before we adopted her.
We have had Daisy for about a year and a half and she is very attached to my youngest punk.
Yes, he does shower her with treats. How did you know?
Anyways, being the smart, multitasking son of mine that he is… my punk decided to take my advice and take Daisy for a walk.
He rode, and she walked…
and sometimes ran and pulled him all over the neighborhood.
To be a responsible dog owner, he took her out the next day as well. Upon seeing this, my oldest punk decided he would do the same with his dog, Cisco, as well.
Only Cisco thinks he is a sled dog.
Cisco has never been good on a leash. Cisco feels it’s his civic duty to pull your arm out of it’s socket each time you try to take him for a walk. Therefore, Cisco likes to pull my punk 100 mph on his rip stick.
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Are you thinking this may not be a wise idea?
Are you thinking that this could yield an end result that may not be favorable?
Are you thinking that my oldest punk could quite possibly become one with the asphalt?
Ok, so it wasn’t the asphalt (thank the Lord).
I am sure that the neighbors who are missing a chuck of their grass are wondering what could have possibly happened.
Do you think we learned our lesson?
Nope. Now my youngest punk, who feels the need for speed (name that movie line), decides to have a try.
He is hanging on for dear life, folks.
Let me also say that Cisco is not a very focused dog.
Cisco is easily distracted.
Cisco decided (while pulling my punk 100 mph), that he would like to run across the street. Luckily, my youngest punk, with his cat-like reflexes, saw the millisecond notice that Cisco did not give, and jumped from his skateboard in an all out run of his life… or for his life. It was one or the other.
Do you think we learned our lesson now?
Here they both go again for the final ride of the night.
No, it was not because I threatened to paddle them.
Yes, my oldest punk is 6 inches taller than me. What are you trying to say?
Yes, they do take me seriously… and they are frightened. Arghhhh!
Ok, so I’m not really that tough. I told them I’d take them out for Thai food.
Yes, and a coke too!
Food = power over here people!
I do what I can to get by. Bribe, manipulate, stoop to all kinds of levels of no good…
This is the way we roll when Ol’ Blue Eyes is out of town. Lucky for me, he is back this week and ready to take over the mother ship once again. Thank the Lord!