Gopher's Limo

Gopher doesn't work all the time. His favorite activities include chuck-it, seeing some of his favorite people and cruising in his limo. Well it isn't a limo, but it is my 1966 Chevrolet Bel Air, like many dogs, Gopher never misses a chance to go for a ride, but is especially exuberant when we go in the sixty-six. Don't know if it is the increased visibility or the fact it makes Dad so happy when we drive it.

Come on Dad it's time to go.

Yes, he does sit with me in the front seat, but is always buckled in with his special harness seat belt. He is not a fan when I buckle him in and don't hop in right away.

We're going cruising.

As soon as I hop in though it is nothing but smiles.

  

I have had my 66 (Roxanne) for nine years, and no matter where we went she always would catch someone's eye. Add Gopher to the mix and we catch people's eyes and give them a laugh. Most of the time we cruise just like this, but sometimes we both need to let our heads hang out the window to feel the breeze through our hair.

When we go for a cruise we tell Carla we're going out to pick up chicks.

"Alright Dad, drive real slow, and don't tell Luna, Kodi or the others, but here comes that Irish Setter I was telling you about."

Time for the dignified, poised look. "Dad do you think she noticed me?"

Sometimes after cruising for a while, Gopher tires of the window and has to come in real close.

This position, which is leaned into me and difficult to take a picture of, always gets me to humming the Cake song, "Stickshifts and Safetybelts"

Happy Friday everyone, have a great weekend and don't forget about the Challenge, all entries due by June 30th.

We're outta here!