Showing posts with label golf cart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label golf cart. Show all posts

I Love Golf Cart Rides

People, I'm really sorry that I haven't been bloggin for you much lately. Mom's been so busy with her other 'puter stuff that she hasn't had time to help me, I guess.

There's really not been much happening anyway. It rained all day yesterday and we didn't even get to go for our golf cart ride at all. Dad put a little gate up on the back of the back seat of the cart so Buttons and I get to ride back there by ourselves now. We can see out a lot better. Buttons gets goofy sometimes and wants to bark at other dogs though and that makes Mom and Dad upset with her. I just keep my mouth shut!!

It's rainy again today. We got all wet when we went out for our first little tinkle of the day. So I don't know if we'll get to ride in the cart today or not. It's cold too, only 68 degrees. And this is Florida, by gosh!

We saw a big snake on the road last week when we were riding around. Dad said it was a water mocassin. It might have been fun to play with it. Poke at it a little, you know. Dad and Mom didn't seem to think so though so we stayed in the cart.

OK, I'm outa here. Have a good day!

I Drive the Golf Cart

Gotcha!! I don't really drive the golf cart. I think it would be fun though and if Mom or Dad would let me, I'd love to try.

I do ride in the golf cart and it's tons of fun. Buttons likes it too. I usually sit on Mom's lap so the wind can blow through my ears and I can see what's going on. Dad drives so no one can really sit on his lap. You can kind of lean on his lap but then if he has to put his foot on the brake, you wind up with your noggin running into the bottom of the steering wheel which is not a pleasant thing to do. Believe me, I know!

I don't play golf, neither does Buttons. Mom and Dad do but I don't think they're very good at it from what I hear them saying about it. They seem to spend a lot of time in the woods and what they call "at the beach". Now to me "the beach" is where the ocean is but I don't think it's the same thing when you're playing golf.

I'd really like to get my mouth around some of those little white balls they play with, but they won't let us have them. They look like they'd be great to toss around the big room where Mom and Dad eat.

Oh, well, we do have some balls that are bigger and sort of fuzzy. We throw them around or just try to chew them up. All that fuzz though is kind of gross in your mouth.