Tuesday, June 13, 2006
No Way, Dude
Sometimes my sister's relic of a skateboard comes out of the closet and we ride it around the house. It freaks Arthur out. When there's no one on it, he'll skirt it warily, waiting for the thing to start moving on its own. He's not like that bulldog that actually rides one, propelling himself with his back legs before jumping on.
There is no way I could get Arthur to put even a paw on Mel's board, not even for a piece of cheese, and that's saying a lot.