The Rascal

Today has been SUCH a nice day. A little on the chilly side, but sunny and still warm enough to roll down your windows while you drive. It's the kind of day that makes you want to go for a run or get your car washed. Or maybe shave your legs. I didn't do any of those things, but you get the idea.

Gadoo loves these days too. I usually open up the back door and he will just sit there for hours feeling the breeze and sniffing all the new smells from the outside.

Funny story. I was cleaning out my work van and had the trunk door open. I bent over to pick something up and heard a "WHOOSH" over my head, into the van. It scared the heck out of me and I figured it was either a bird or a REALLY HUGE bug. So I glanced inside, but couldn't really see anything. Maybe I imagined it? But then I heard the pitter-patter of wings against the window. So I walked up to the front of the van and sure enough, a little bird was in there trying to figure his way out. I was freaking out because I wanted to help him and didn't want him to hurt himself, but what if he was a psycho?! So I cautiously made my way to the side door, hoping that if I opened that, he would fly away. As soon as I got it open, he flew right out the back where he had come in. Phew! But he left a little turd as evidence on my dashboard. Rascal.