Matt's Birthday

Last Saturday was my grandson's 11th birthday. He's been racing in motorcycle hare scrambles since he was five years old. He has taken first place for the season in his class twice so far. I think he does really well, but he never thinks he's good unless he comes in first. Anyway, I have no idea why he wanted a pocket rocket for his birthday since it seems pretty tame to me to what he's used to. His riding spaces are very limited on the pocket rocket since it is only supposed to be ridden on asphalt and that does not include the public roads. Oh well, what do I know. I'm getting close to sixity years old, after all!
My grandchildren's cousins have a new dog named Otis. I guess since those children also call me grandma, Otis must be another "granddoggie" of mine!