Walking with Mommy and Daddy (and mean bugs)

I like to walk with my mommy and daddy. I like it more when we get to walk as a family. That does not happen very often.

Last night, Mommy and Daddy came home from their date and said, "Hey. It is a nice night. Water is not coming down from the sky. Let's take a walk. Let's take Dewey on the walk."

I heard my name, I heard "walk," and I went crazy-daisy. I like walks. My daddy put the leash on me and took me to the car. Then we drove to a place that we go for boy fun. Mommy usually does not get to go there. She is not a boy. But she is fun, so we decided she could go there with us.

We walked along the path, toward the big river. Then we walked beside the river, which was really close and really fast. The air was cool, which felt good to a boy covered in fur. It also was filled with lots of pesky bugs. They flew onto me, onto Daddy, onto Mommy. Daddy kept wiping them off of me, saying "Go away, bugs! Do not bite my boy!" Mommy squished the bugs on Daddy's back and told Daddy the next time we go for a walk, we need to bring the bug spray.

Bugs or not, spray or not, I liked this family fun. It's better than boy fun. Shhhhhh. Do not tell Daddy...