So, Mr. Rhino has been complaining all week that since I adopted him I haven't taken him out of the house. And sadly, he is correct. To remedy that, I packed him up in my purse and away we went down into the great big city.
Mr. Rhino was craving a tiptoe through the tulips but we couldn't find any. Instead we found these beauts, which pleased him greatly.
After all that frolicking, Mr. Rhino worked up quite a thirst. I told him not to do this. "Public water fountains are not the most sanitary water sources, " I said.
"You do realize where I grew up, right?" he countered.
"Good point. Drink up."
And then, Mr. Rhino needed some quiet, park-bench time to contemplate his existence.
We then went on to a bustling festival in the downtown square. One of the booths was promoting the DVD release of the film 10,000 B.C. Something about this guy twinged Mr. Rhino's ancestral roots and he insisted on having his photo taken with him. (Excuse me, would you mind holding my rhino? Bet he's never heard that line before.)
When we arrived home, we were both pretty exhausted but there was one more surprise waiting for Mr. Rhino. I got him a car. An ultra cool purple Cadillac of his very own. This way, he doesn't have to wait for me to take him out. He's got full autonomy to explore the world on his own. And pick up chicks.