Riding the Back Roads with Max & Gracie.
Location: Portland, OR
Time: 1:20 PM
Weather: There's a nip in the air, put otherwise it's all clear!
Max and Grade and their owners, Linda, Craig, and their seven-year-old son, Ed, are driving the back roads of America. Perhaps you have seen Max and Gracie with their heads out the window. If not, here is a letter describing their most recent adventure.
While Craig went to work, Linda, Ed, Gracie, and I went to a snow festival. It was a lot of fun. We saw ice sculptures, face paint artists, games, and booths with the most deliriously fragrant food.
Linda had an artist draw a caricature of her. The drawing looked like her, except for the big blubbery lips he gave her.
"She doesn't have big blubbery lips," Gracie barked.
"Of course not," I said. "A caricature is when an artist exaggerates a feature."
The artist asked if Gracie and I could sit for a free caricature, and Linda and Ed immediately said, "Yes."
By the time our caricature was complete, a big crowd had gathered. Everyone laughed when they saw the picture. The artist had given Gracie a long neck and me a humongous nose.
"Is my nose that big?" I asked Gracie, crossing my eyes to get a good look at it. "Is it? Is it that big?" Everyone laughed even harder when I crossed my eyes.
"I hate that huge neck," Gracie whined. She jumped up and grabbed the picture.
"HEY," the artist yelled.
Gracie took off running, weaving between festivalgoers' legs. With the artwork firmly in her mouth, she made her escape.
When we finally caught up with her, the picture was nowhere to be seen.
"What did you do with it?" I asked, sniffing the air in hopes I could smell it.
"Don't be nosey!" Gracie barked, as she walked past Linda, Ed, and me with her neck extended and head held high.