As we raced over hills and rough terrain with our people, Nacho and I relaxed in the side-by-side. There were hawks and squirrels and beautiful desert flowers.
|the scene of the crime|
Suddenly, Nacho stood up on my Grandpa's lap and started pooping! My human frantically caught his Easter egg with her bare hand, and flung it into some chaparral. Relieved, Nacho resumed his nap.
|don't mind if I do too|