It started out like an ordinary ride. A little slow, mostly because JD decided that the back fence was way too important to leave. Eventually, he joined us and off we went.
The first two stops were typical. The bank where I get treats, yes... that's why it is a bank. They bank treats! But you only get one or two when you go there. We must have a lot of treats deposited there because as far as I can remember they always let us take some out. Back to the story.
Second stop-nothing special. Momma said the car was thirsty so we went to get the car her drink. Smelly place and smelly drink and honestly, that car drinks all the time. And then things got weird.
Momma fed her plastic into the machine and waited until she got her numbers. I thought she was buying lottery tickets. But noooooo. She got some stupid set of numbers which she typed into another machine. Apparently that was not the right thing to do. Suddenly the whole garage {???} got mad. It moved this giant iron arm on top of our car and spit out foam. It was horrible. You could not see anything, it was noisy and the car felt like it was under attack... 'cause it was being attacked! Front to back to front!
I am not ashamed to tell you that, after sizing up the situation, realizing that I am a small 4 legged, I jumped into momma's arms and while shaking a little, I tried very hard to get her to move the car out of there! And this you are not going to believe. There was a red traffic light that basically kept us stopped there while the car was attacked over and over with different liquids. Water, some sort of multi colored goo, more water... It was awful and it lasted for ever! Suddenly the angry spitter stopped and started blowing air. I now know how those 3 little pigs felt! By then the Wendy and I were practically ... hysterical. Suddenly, by some miracle, the red light turned green and momma moved the car out of the angry garage! Even now my little heart is beating fast. I think I shook all the curls out of my beautiful coat.
I have to paw it to momma, though, she stayed very calm and actually reassured us over and over that everything was going to be fine. Well, I hated the ride. I don't ever want to go back to the angry garage. I have no idea what momma did wrong, but that was an over reaction by a stupid machine and what a waste of water!
Anyway, I am now so tired I just want to relax and nap. Maybe my curls will come back.
Oh, if you see the words KAR wash- HIDE!!!! It is the angry spitter garage.
in with the good air, out with the bad...
in with the good air.....
'vie
The first two stops were typical. The bank where I get treats, yes... that's why it is a bank. They bank treats! But you only get one or two when you go there. We must have a lot of treats deposited there because as far as I can remember they always let us take some out. Back to the story.
Second stop-nothing special. Momma said the car was thirsty so we went to get the car her drink. Smelly place and smelly drink and honestly, that car drinks all the time. And then things got weird.
Momma fed her plastic into the machine and waited until she got her numbers. I thought she was buying lottery tickets. But noooooo. She got some stupid set of numbers which she typed into another machine. Apparently that was not the right thing to do. Suddenly the whole garage {???} got mad. It moved this giant iron arm on top of our car and spit out foam. It was horrible. You could not see anything, it was noisy and the car felt like it was under attack... 'cause it was being attacked! Front to back to front!
I am not ashamed to tell you that, after sizing up the situation, realizing that I am a small 4 legged, I jumped into momma's arms and while shaking a little, I tried very hard to get her to move the car out of there! And this you are not going to believe. There was a red traffic light that basically kept us stopped there while the car was attacked over and over with different liquids. Water, some sort of multi colored goo, more water... It was awful and it lasted for ever! Suddenly the angry spitter stopped and started blowing air. I now know how those 3 little pigs felt! By then the Wendy and I were practically ... hysterical. Suddenly, by some miracle, the red light turned green and momma moved the car out of the angry garage! Even now my little heart is beating fast. I think I shook all the curls out of my beautiful coat.
I have to paw it to momma, though, she stayed very calm and actually reassured us over and over that everything was going to be fine. Well, I hated the ride. I don't ever want to go back to the angry garage. I have no idea what momma did wrong, but that was an over reaction by a stupid machine and what a waste of water!
Anyway, I am now so tired I just want to relax and nap. Maybe my curls will come back.
Oh, if you see the words KAR wash- HIDE!!!! It is the angry spitter garage.
in with the good air, out with the bad...
in with the good air.....
'vie
4 comments:
Thank goodness you survived that harrowing trip, 'vie!
You think that's bad, try going on a plane in a bag under a seat!
I think I've seen something similar. Mama only took me there once so I don't know if I'm remembering things correctly. We went to this place -- there were LOTS of cars waiting. Then some man came by and mama made me put on my leash and we got out of the car -- the man had a hose that made some BIG sucking noises -- we have a smaller hose like this at home -- mama says its a vacuum cleaner to pick up the stuff I track in. Anyway, after we got out of the car we had to go wait in a line with a bunch of other people -- there was bubbly water all over the ground and something was make these really big loud noises. Anyway, after we got through the line, mama held me up to a big window where I could see our car -- it was getting spit at just like you describe Silvie -- I'm glad I didn't have to be in it. Then we walked over to another area where I had to sit quietly. But soon a lady started waving a towel in the air and somehow mama knew we could get back into our car. It smelled a little funny on the inside, but my carseat still smelled like me so I guess it was okay. I'm really sorry you had to go through that scary ride.
Rocky
The plane thing is nasty... JD talks about it all the time. Usually we get out of the car and get to sit and play while the car gets serviced. This is not going to be something I am going to be willing to do anytime soon...Momma better learn to put in different numbers. Or else.
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