What Happens In the Mustang Stays In the Mustang

I want to write up your adventures Ashleigh said. Sometime later, I told her, after I am dead. She did not understand and took an unauthorized selfie with me. This made me mad, sol I took a dump on her beloved willow tree. I am the king, so no one should take a photo without permission. I drive a red 1969 convertible Mustang with a V-8 transmission. Barney, my sidekick has always ridden shotgun. We are adventurers, and we always have fun. Where have you been today? Ashley often pries. I give Barney a look, then I tell her incredible lies. I am royalty; it is no one’s business where I have been. Sometimes we dogs live a day full of sin! Yesterday we chased seagulls up and down a beach. Some lady gave us iced tea. Yuck! It was syrupy and peach! Whatever we do is no one else’s business I tell my pal. Barney agrees happily with a you-got-that-right bow wow.