Hi. Snowy here.
So here’s the thing.
My really cool brother, Nathan, and his really cute wife sent Mom a bike basket for Mother’s Day.
At first, I thought that was sort of a strange gift but then I figured, “The woman wants a basket? Give the woman a basket. She’s earned it, for crying out loud, being a mom to all of us wildly rambunctious Smith kids.”
Of course, when the basket arrived, I didn’t give a second thought as to its planned purpose. And frankly? I didn’t really care. I figured the family would think of something to do with it.
And they did.
In fact, Saturday night, I got a personal demonstration of one of that basket’s purposes in life. And it wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all.
Would you like to try to guess what my family decided to place in the basket?
I have been turned into a Bike Basket Dog. Oh, the pain.
Speaking of which, please note in the following picture series the amazing variety of expressions I am able to exhibit in order to communicate my extreme feelings of woe. As you do, be sure to also take note of my dad’s expressions. He really needs to work on expressing himself a little more. Like his canine-ish son.
Dramatic Doggie Expression #1
Dramatic Doggie Expression #2
Dramatic Doggie Expression #3
Dramatic Doggie Expression #4
I know, I know. You don’t even have to say it. I really could have made my living on the stage.
Do you have any earthly idea how hard it is to be macho and cool when one is riding around in a bike basket? I tried to turn and hide my face so that none of the neighborhood dogs would witness my disgrace.
Sadly, that didn’t work. One can only hide one’s face for so long. After a while, you just have to suck it up and deal with it. You have to put on your game face and pretend like you’re thrilled and happy about the horrific and horrible addition of basket rides to your daily routine.
This is my “thrilled and happy” look. What. You couldn’t tell?
Let me try again. Is this any better? No?
You wanna know somethin’?
I bet that if my name was Spike, I wouldn’t be forced to ride around in a stupid ol’ bike basket. Macho doggies do not ride in baskets. I’m sure of it. Only dogs who have names like Snowy. Blehh. Why did I have to be named Snowy? Bubba would have been a good choice. Have you ever seen a dog named Bubba in a bike basket?
I rest my case.
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But. Even though this might not be my first choice as to how I prefer to spend my valuable doggie time, I have determined in my small, innermost heart that I will make the best of this.
I have made a commitment that I will reframe the experience in a positive light so that my psyche and my locus of control will be in perfect harmonial balance and my inner doggie will be at peace with this challenging life circumstance.
Or. Whatever.
So, here we are. Me and my inordinately proud Dad. Just out cruisin’ the neighborhood–cool and sophisticated men about town.
We do have a certain air, don’t we?
In fact, as much as I hate to admit it, I think I might (possibly, maybe, at some point) get used to this whole idea.
The world whizzing past me.
The wind in my hair.
The feeling of adventure.
The display of our mutual, manly savoir-faire.
Hmmm. It’s actually kind of fun
If you need me for anything, you know where to find me.
Snowy!! Such depth of FEELING!! SUCH PASSION!! SUCH EXTRAORDINARY EXPRESSION!! I am moved to tears and amazed at your acting prowess!
Jojy,
It is good to have my talent recognized by someone such as yourself. Send me something and I’ll autograph it. –snowy
Snowy, you are obviously a dog with supreme confidence and totally comfortable being you! Enjoy the rides…at least you don’t have to do all the pedaling!
Guerrina,
Yep, I am me. And I like being me. At least as long as I’m not in a dog basket. –snowy
I love when Snowy writes almost as much as when his mom does! Such a funny guy. And he couldn’t look cooler in his manly man basket!
love deb
Aunt Debbie,
I am actually a way better writer than my mom, but we won’t tell her that now, will we? Love, your humble nephew, snowy
Hey, Snowy, tell those folks that you now need a clip on water bottle and snack tray for that basket.
Just think of all the adventures that are in store for you on the bike trails!
woof and love
Mrs. Pam,
Water bottle? Snack tray? Now you’re talkin’ my language! –snowy
Awesome post…and macho dogs run beside bikes hoping their family doesnt go to fast or too slow or run them over or fall on them…so actually you are getting the royal treatment of a nice relaxing ride in a basket, you could prolly even take a nap.
Becky,
Nap? Royal treatment? I always knew there was something I loved about that basket.
–snowy
Oh, Snowy! You are just too adorable in the basket sitting on the red blanket. And your dad? Hilarious.
Yes, I do have to admit that I am pretty stinkin’ adorable. And my dad? Yep. You pegged it. He’s a funny fella. (Now if he could just learn to be a bit more expressive.)
–snowy
Snowy,
In no time you will find this is a wonderful way to travel!
Becky,
I emailed you the two recipes a little bit ago.
Cindy from Sonoma
Hi Miss Cindy,
My mom said to tell you she got the recipes and that when she makes the chicken salad, she will need me to be in the kitchen with her to sample the chicken to make sure it is suitable for human consumption. (It’s a rough life.) –snowy
Love it! Snowy, that is a great thing and you will love it – think of all the sights you will see.
Mary H,
I’ve heard that you’re a very nice lady and I’m glad to see that you liked my outstanding writing about my basketing adventure. (I suppose that makes me a basket case.) Lookin’ forward to seein’ the sights. –snowy
So cute!!! I <3 it! My doggie goes in a basket too. However, I'm thinking about upgrading to one of those pull along bike thingy majigs that kids sit it. Ha…that way I can take BOTH dogs. My hubby just shakes his head! 🙂
Kim,
A pull along bike thingy majig? Huh? How do YOUR dogs rate? It looks like I will have to have a conversation with my family about a little upgrade here. Basket, schmasket.
–snowy