A Mrip Not Trip

My, my, my... I've only gone on a few trips, so I don't have much to choose from. I believe you will all enjoy the story of Larry. If I remember correctly, I was 10 years old, and we were going on a road trip to South Dakota. It was a beautiful trip, I'd recommend you go. 
While we were there we met Larry, saw Mt. Rushmore, viewed Crazy Horse, and hiked around Devil's Tower. I don't remember much about Crazy Horse. All I can see is a fuzzy picture of a museum about Crazy Horse. My father and I love museums, we always have to run and catch up to mom and Zoey because we like reading and analyzing everything. What I can remember is that Crazy Horse won't be fully done for a long, long time because the use of dynamite was denied. The architects wanted it to be built by hand, not man-made. 
I don't remember much from Mt. Rushmore either. I do remember seeing the monument and taking a picture with it. When we got back to the hotel I replaced the president's faces with my family's faces. I believe there was a tall man in a black top hat there too. Also something about a penny? I might just have to go back to remember it all. Road trip anyone?
Devil's Tower was my favorite part about the trip. If you know me you know me, I love hiking in the outdoors. We circled the tower and ha d a fun tie doing so. Well, everyone except Zoey. She hates moving. But my mother did buy us walking sticks! Zoey used hers to help her walk because apparently moving your legs and feet is "too much work." I used mine to battle off snakes. Well, I never REALLY battled any snakes, but there were signs saying there were poisonous snakes, and I was ready to fight them. I ain't afraid of no snake! It was a truly beautiful walk though and I would recommend you doing so if you enjoy hiking. One day I want to go back and actually scale Devil's Tower!
Now, here is the part you've been waiting for. I apologize for the vagueness of the other monuments, those didn't really stick with me. What did stick with me was meeting Larry. We were driving down a road. A few miles ahead there was a herd of buffalo that were blocking the rode. My mom enjoyed this very much, she loves buffalo. A few even came next to our car! Besides the Buffalo backup there was a mini car crash beyond that, so we'd be here awhile. I was adorning my new red cowgirl boots. I wore those until I couldn't mash my toes in them anymore. The road was also an animal sanctuary. They had lots of black tailed prairie dogs. Where we were stopped there was a little family of black tailed prairie dogs. Everyone was cooing and obsessing over how cute they were. I had one prairie dog on my mind. 
He was perfect. Tall. Handsome. Not to muscular. Looks great for cuddling. Black tail. Beady yet adorable eyes. Ahhhh. Larry. One specific prairie dog who now goes by the name of Larry started scampering up to me.

He got closer..

And closer..

And closer...

Until he was within mere inches of me! I was so excited that an animal had chosen me. I was chosen! By an animal! Larry looked at me and it appeared a if he was trying to relay a message to me with his eyes. I knelt down by him, looked him in his big, glossy eye, and said, "Hello. Your name is Larry. Larry, strike a pose." And to my astonishment he did! He struck a pose! Whenever I said, "Larry, strike a pose!" He would freeze in a certain position. The best part was, was that there were other tourists. They tried saying it, and what did Larry do? Nothing. He only responded to me. Larry was like my little best friend, and saying goodbye was hard. I wonder if I were to go back if he'd remember me. I guess that only means one thing..

Mrip not trip to South Dakota part 2, anyone?!