Andy's a good kid but he drives a hard bargain.
For the princely sum of 5 bucks a day, he'll stop over at the house these next few mornings to check on the pets. (The cats refuse to speak to him, so I hardly see how this interaction could be worth 50 cents a cat.)
Then he tries to convince Bad Dog to take a walk on a leash. (This is where I recoup my money, big time.) Bad Dog's attitude toward the leash is a lot like my feelings about bikinis. Ain't never gonna happen. BD is easily shelling out 5 dollars worth of torment to Andy each day that I'm gone.
Two states away, we're anxiously trolling the streets of Tillamook, Oregon in hopes of finding a scalper with a few extra tickets to the Pig and Ford competition.
This is a Model T car race and you can't enter unless you have a pig in the passenger's seat (and I do mean a real, live, and somewhat competitive pig.)
We're at the Tillamook County Fair! The only place I know where the horse races are a snooze and pig races are a sellout. I'm puttin' my money on Swifty. With a name like that, how can I lose?