To pass time until night time fireworks, we went to a rodeo. I had never been to a rodeo before. Turns out rodeos are some sort of cowboy bonanza. With lots of cowboys, cowboy hats, cows, bulls, and horses. I could like it. Maybe.
Everybody rode horses, so I wanted to ride a horse.
So I did.
Now I want my own horse! Till then I’ll just train CuddlePup.
I also wanted carnival snacks so Jane bought me a giant elephant ear. It was sugary and messy and Nick ate it instead. Something about threatening me with baths if I tried to eat it. I grudgingly left the elephant ear alone. There WILL be payback.
Then it was showtime. Which didn’t start with cowboys. Instead it kicked off with the Metal Mulisha, a moto stunt team. I dug it. They get almost as much air as I do.
But given that these guys don’t have wings like I do I’d say they are kind of INSANE. Death wish?
Then the cowboys came out.
This guy is even more insane. He was riding a bucking horse when the horse fell over and sat on him. So what does he do? He volunteers do it again.
And then another wipeout! I can’t believe these cowboys PAY for the privilege.
Well better them than me. I wouldn’t appreciate being bucked or sat on.
Fun times overall. I’m glad I went to a rodeo. And even though it looks a little like the France flag I made sure I had a splash of red, white and blue.
But enough of that. Let’s get on with the fireworks!!!!