SmokeMutt here ~

Back before GranMom went to the Bridge , Dad used to stop atta store an buy a helium-filled balloon all painted up wiffa "Happie Birfday, Mom'z Day, Easter, etc" message fur GranMom...
He alluz came out to the kar towin da balloon; and would shove it in an jest let it "float" round inna kar. NO BIG DEAL! I gotz purdy used to seein em comin an nebber paid much 'tenshun to em...
We'd tie em to GranMom's big-wheel chair or her walker fur the day.

Wun Day Dad made the stop an kame out wiff jest a puffy baggie. (Turnz out he'd bought a balloon anna box of her favorite kookies; gurl shuv'd da balloon inna bag wiffa kookies...) Dad put da baggie onna floor an we gotz back onna trail to G-Mom's Village... mile or so latur IT Happened!

Dat Evil Balloon 'Scaped frumma baggie!!
Floated rite up onna kar roof an started tackin me inna back seet!!

Dad sez I made ebery sound an noize I knowed how ta make... Grrrin, Howlin, BARKIN, Whinein, Yeowlin...

Then when we got to da Village; he tied da ballooney onto my neck-belt!
Ya ebber try ta walk inna strait line wiffa Vishus Balloon bobbin round ober yer hed???

GranMom an allua nurses got a lotta laffs that day!

I finally got used to it and started to *prance around* when we went visitin - kuz EBBERBUDDIE noticed us!

Aftur that; I alluz got to *wear* da "Balloon of the Day" on vizits!

/s/ SmokeMutt