He was going on and on about all kinds of stuff, but all I heard was wah, wah, waaaaah.....blaaaa, dee, blabbity blah, steering wheel........blah blah, blaaaaa pedal makes it move forward and backwards.
I hopped up in the drivers seat and took off mowing.

Only made it one lap around the yard and when I got back to where I started, TBG was there jumping up and down, pointing at the ground. I stopped the tractor and "checked in". He says I ran over one of the cedar trees they had planted. I was sure that I didn't and just sat there in disbelief.

Needless to say, my mowing days were short & sweet, but it sure was fun wreaking havoc with TBG's toy ;^)
Now THAT's a service dog!
ReplyDeleteGosh, I imagine TBG will let you take the Blue Bomb out next! ;o)
ReplyDeleteCome on Linda, don't put thoughts into his head! He just might walk up one day with the keys in his mouth ;^)
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