Enough Outings Already!

Raise your hand if you've heard of a Brown Cow. Get 'em up, all of you who've heard of one. Come on! According to my family, a Brown Cow is just a root beer, ice cream float. It has absolutely nothing to do with today's post. You're welcome.


Guess where Bessie and Fred have been? Guess! Guess! To Maybelline's guitar lesson!!! Yay! No, they weren't allowed to go in and practice, but they wandered around the shop the entire half hour, acting like bored children. The owner yelled at them when they began tap dancing on the face of this guitar. I know, right? I had NO IDEA that they could tap dance! It was so KOOL!!! But I guess the sound of porcelain hooves on the guitar was a little unnerving. Maybe it was that cracking sound ...




We spent some time browsing after that, even though I spend half an hour there every week. The owner didn't mind their curiosity, as long as they weren't damaging his merchandise. I was a little surprised by their choices, when allowed to pick picks. Pick picks. Heh. I mean, I shouldn't have been, but Fred ... well look at it! Ew. Sometimes I'm torn between taking the bovines out more often and just leaving them home.





Picks are all well and good, but I guess one of the things I'm finding out about these two is that traveling works up their appetites. I was busy paying for the picks and not paying them much mind. When I turned around they were in the snacks. At 75 cents apiece, I was a little frustrated. By the time I pulled them out, they'd opened a couple of the packages and were munching away.





So I had to fish out MORE money, paying for their lack of self-control, but this time I took them to the counter with me. Hah! Except, while I was digging around in my purse for loose change (always difficult to find), these two goobers we working their way down the OTHER side of the counter! They made their way into the open display case to get a better look at the ukulele we'd seen when coming into the store. They'd been practically jumping out of my hands earlier when I'd bent down to show it to them, so I guess they were pretty stoked about it. Obviously. Look at them! They're practically drooling over it! I can't tell you how profusely I had to apologize for this. See if I take them anywhere again ...



I considered talking to the owner and asking if he needed mascots for his shop, when I remembered that Buster, here, is the shop mascot. Isn't he the most adorable thing? One of these days I'm going to buy one of these t-shirts. I wonder if they come in Kow size ...

Moo to You!

Flea