When we got to the rodeo, I compared it to the song I heard.
Well, yep. There was dirt.
And hats and spurs and bits...
And a spare horse for me to ride. See? No one's in the saddle.
Mommy wouldn't let me ride though.
Told you we should have left her at home.
Then this crazy looking dude came out to shake my hand.
I guess that's ok, I'm a friendly kid. I'll shake his hand, but I'm glad I had my sunshine eyes on. That way he couldn't see the funny look I was giving him.
About this time, I'm thinkin is this all there is to this thing called rodeo?
But then the show began.
Whoa, horses and boots and cowboys. I couldn't take my eyes off the show!
I'm not too sure what this has to do with a rodeo, but I'm not complainin'.
They finally got those silly girls outta the way and the REAL show began.
Now I know why they call the thing Rodeo.
Those men just rode and got bucked and hit the dirt and roped calves. It was way cool!
It was getting too dark to take photos of the cool stuff, but I did manage to get myself my very own rodeo rope. The cowboys' rope wasn't red, but I'm pretty sure mine was just as good.