We were scheduled to go to a cookout put on by the Walleye Anglers club that we belong to. It also included a tour of the Ranger boat factory in Flippin. As we were getting ready, putting on our "dress up" clothes (clean jeans and shorts) Wally decided he didn't have the right clothes for such an outing. He wanted a cowboy shirt with snaps, like he saw one of our neighbors wearing. So, we stopped at a farm store on the way to the cookout and he selected this white cowboy shirt. He already had the hat, jeans, and new cowboy boots we bought his first day with us.
I didn't get a picture of him at the cookout, but took a few when we got home. He wanted to pose as if shooting the air rifle. I wanted him to tuck his shirt in again, but he said I should just take the picture from the waist up, so I did. He was very very careful at the cookout and didn't get any mustard or dirt on it. He was really cute, swaggering around with his hands in his pockets, just like a real cowboy, in his opinion.
This is the picture he took of himself. It's 10:00 at night and he is so wired from being the center of so much attention at the cookout. There were about 80 people there and we don't really know any of them, but all are friendly. Wally and I both won door prizes and that tickled him to death.
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