My foster mom put me in the back of my aunties truck (it was my first time in the back of a truck). It was so much fun, the wind was blowing through my fur. Then we ended up at a cafe and sat outside to watch a bunch of people marching by with balloons, shiny things and lots of loud noises. I wasn't to sure about the crazy people pounding on barrels with sticks or the green men shooting things. But my moms friends were there and Mitty let me hand out between his legs and he made me feel safe. After the parade my mom put on my brother Alberts Mohawk. I decided that since she gave me the chicken off of her salad ( because she felt bad that she forgot my treats) that i would make her happy and pose for a couple of pics. All of this fun made me super tired.