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!!!!