So yesterday I hung out with my spotted friend Miley. Y'know, the one who knows a mule and is always full of good ideas?
Well, Miley feels bad for getting my hopes up about flying (twice) and is determined to get me off the ground. She's really nice like that (and I think maybe a little stubborn too). Anyway. When we met up at the lake to go swimming, she was all excited about her new idea to help me fly. Let's call it Plan X.
Miley figured out that a bunch of balloons just isn't enough to get my [quote] fat pug butt off the ground, but by adding the floaty thing that makes me lighter in water and something wing-like, I might be light enough to take off. So Plan X went something like this: wings + balloon + the vesty thing that makes me float in water = me being able to fly.
Sounds good, right?
The humans thought Miley's idea was pretty funny. Brothers Dutch & Boka thought it sounded scary. I just want to fly and am willing to try anything that won't hurt me. The humans agreed Plan X wasn't dangerous and gave our latest experiment the green light. We attached a pair of balloon butterfly wings Miley brought to my floaty vest, and I even climbed up on a rock to get closer to the sky. Ok, so Plan X didn't exactly work. I didn't fly, but I did scare the bejeezus out of brother Dutch and the wings were kinda cool and super-fun to swim in. Knowing Miley, she'll have another idea soon.