On The Road Again

For weeks and weeks now, mum's bike has had a flat back tyre. I haven't been very concerned, because I don't even remember riding a bike ever in my life. Today, however, mum thought that maybe it would be nice to be able to go for expeditions. With the bike. I don't know if the basket qualifies for riding shotgun, but that's where she wants me to be. Apparently, we did this last summer when I was a puppy, not supposed to go on really long hikes. The bike has been repaired today, just like that. Hm. I am not sure I like this very much.

Gillsabroad reminded mum to check to calendar, and believe it or not, it's my name's day! Mum made a treat trail for me, as I had already eaten a meatball, a piece of sausage and some stolen potato peel extra today. I also had fun carrying a pot full of soil in from the balcony and onto the white sofa.