Nothing says hot summer days like spotting a bunch of overheated cattle wading in the water.
It must have been pool day with the kids.
Besides swimming, another dog day event is the rodeo. More specifically bullriding, if you’re anything like me. And if you’re really like me, you spend these too-hot-to-eat days spooning out Nutella straight from the jar because that’s all you have the energy to do. But that’s another event, where I am the champion, my friends. Another story, another day.
At the Rodeo
We enjoyed $5 dollar pork loin sandwiches and $2 Cokes, while little ones ran wild and teenage girls donned cowgirl boots and hats, young cowboy groupies.
Bullriders walked tall, regardless of how they performed minutes earlier. One was bucked off quickly, and kneeling against the gate in front of us, he prayed.
And while he prayed, my momma friend watched her little man, perhaps her future cowboy, watching it all.