Linc is a very conscientious grocery shopper. He checks all the labels' expiration dates.
Yes, I am quite proud of my fine young man. He is so advanced, he's already completed driver's ed, and he has been made an honorary law enforcer! Here he is on the job.
"Hey, I think I see somebody illegally parking!"
"Lemme check my rear view mirrors. I think that dude behind me is too close. He needs a citation."
"Oh I am sick of this song. Let's find some good country."
"And here we are! Dunkin' Donuts! Everybody out!"
In "Mexico," Linc became nearly permanently attached to this beloved, however cumbersome, paddle.
Heavy it was, but stronger is Linc.
As he toured around on all fours, this paddle banged into every wall, every fixed piece of furniture, even bonked him in the head once or twice, but he refused to give it up.
You'd think he'd be walking by now, as this sort of activity is commonplace, but no, he is content to be a floor grazer.
I ask you, what makes something like this paddle a pacifier of sorts? In what way is this awkward tool comforting? I really don't get it and that's what's so dang-darn funny about my Linc.