Grand Pree, Grand Shmee

FosterMama left me again last weekend (not that I mind because I looove my FosterGrandparents… but that is not the point!) to go to this thing she called a Vintage Grand Pree. She traveled all the way to Pitties-burg with FosterDad to see a bunch of old cars and motorcycles drive in circles. What the heck!? Who needs cars when you have me! I tried to convince her of that before she left, but they went anyway – and apparently they had a great time… hmpf!

When they came back I heard some appalling news – the place was dog friendly! I could have gone! Look at all the adorable pups they spotted. There was even a little Barley dog Wheaten Terrier and pretty pittie girl.

I am so, so offended that they did not bring me. Never mind that it was extremely crowded and very loud and had lots of small children… I still should have at least been invited.

Since they left and had so much fun with cars and motorcycles, I stayed home and had my own fun. Take THAT, Mama! I obviously absolutely hated this entire process had a great time being a biker dog without you this weekend.

(P.S. from FosterMom: Don’t worry, the bike stayed firmly planted while Otie was getting his picture taken – no sidecar rides for this pup!)

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