Just like dad. (Patreon)

Minus a few accessories, of course.

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Mid-morning on a Saturday is the ideal time to mow the lawn. Early enough to enjoy the rest of the weekend, but late enough that the dew has dried up, and less industrious neighbors will not be irritated by the roar of the lawnmower interrupting their sleeping in.

"Favorite day of the week." It's a routine that Dave Walker knows better than anyone. The wolf whistles as he wheels the mower to the edge of the yard, rubbing his hands together in gleeful anticipation before grabbing the cord and giving it a mighty tug. The engine roars to life, the handle, with automatic safety shut-off lever, vibrating comfortingly against the big wolf's hands.

"VRRRRRRNNNN!!!"

A voice, no doubt imitating the engine, interrupted the mid-morning reverie. Dave looked back over his shoulder to see his son, clad in a tank-top and a modestly wet  bedtime diaper, giving the same mighty tug to his own mower; a toy he'd gotten for Christmas some years ago. He had a big smile on his face, one soon matched by his dad. 

"Hey hey, somebody's up early!" The big wolf called, shouting to be heard over the engine noises, both from the mower and his son. 

"Yeah, figured you needed some help!" Brooks answered, wagging his tail, causing his diaper to shift at his hips. He would probably need to be changed by the time the lawn was done. "Mom says you always miss spots when I'm not out here, and she says mohawks are for punks, not front lawns!" 

"Can't argue with that," Dave laughed, wheeling the mower forward a couple of feet while Brooks and his own mower got into position behind him. "Alright recruit, you pick up any spots I miss."