Friday, 3 June 2011

Bike Ride.

I love my evening 'Ba ba' walk in the society, sometimes Dad takes me on my cycle and I sit with my arms on the arm rest watching people and birds pass by, and sometime Mom takes me walking to the cats, and we feed them, or we take my ball to the amphitheater and play football.
Hence I love my walks and I am very particular about them, I need them daily on my time, if not I not only keep proving, at the same time improving on throwing my tantrum's around.

Today Dad came to see me on his black bike. I didn't know it moves after I sit on it. We went for a small drive round the block, while me sitting on the tank. Dad said I was a good boy as I did not lift my hands from the petrol tank and was sitting calmly and enjoying the ride. However I think Mom was freaking out in the back as I could hear her calling me often, and trying to hold me all the way from behind Dad.
It indeed was a nice experience for me, I could not get over the fact of things move past me at a good speed and the cool breeze on my face made it feel heavenly.

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