August 30th 2008 8:45 pm
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Our town sounds like the set of a B movie about ginormous mosquitoes attacking from space! Mom says the thunder I hear at all hours of the day and night is from the HOGs. I had to think about that for a while. Bacon? Pigs in the streets?
Lexie isn't here to help me with this one. *runs off to ask Mom again*
Oh, pant, pant, pant . . . I'm back. HOGs are Harley Owners Groupies. A Harley is a Harley Davidson motorcycle and they are made here, in our fair city of Milwaukee. This year is the 105th anniversary of Harley and so all the folks who own Harleys are visiting us. Harleys are LOUD. They are louder than me cuz Mr. Smith next door owns one of them and I don't go near it. It is also bigger than me and shinier than me. Mom says it cost lots more than me, too. I don't know why the heck that part is true. I am obviously more valuable. Mr. Smith's Harley is bright red and has lots of what Mom calls bells and whistles. I have barks and howls.
A brand new Harley Davidson museum just opened up here in town recently. They do not allow dogs. HD, Have Dog, will travel. Sheesh.