Two's Company

Do you notice anything unusual about the picture below?

If you guessed "Hey Smarty, you're chained to your mom and a baby!" you're exactly right. How embarrassing... Try doing anything productive in that condition! Can you imagine trying to chase a squirrel through the park like that? I think the squirrels might be a little tipped off when they hear, "Okay, everyone, on the count of three...1, 2, 3, go!" Not to mention the sound of squeeky wheels bouncing over the landscape, or the sudden choking sound should Scoche and I head off in two separate directions.

And what about attending a race meet? Aside from obvious complications concerning entering and exiting the box, there are these moral dilemmas: Do we run with the veterans (for Scoche's sake) or with the puppies (for the baby's sake)? How do we divide the points and the prizes? And how do we squeeze that contraption under the wicket?

So I decided... Two's company but three's obviously a crowd. I've cut Scoche out of the loop and teamed up with the boy!

This has made life around the house much more pleasant...



I haven't resolved all the racing issues yet. But I think it could be kind of cool, like a "Batman and Robin" setup. I'm the Batmobile (of course) and he's the little sidecar.

Some might wonder whether I'm in a really big moral dilemma now - one of "lifeboat" proportions. Was I right to team up against my very own mother? The one who whelped me and, when given no other option, stuck with me all these years?

Something to think about...



Fortunately I'm thinking about it on a full stomach!