Dreaming of going bye byeI can't help it if "going bye bye" doesn't sound tough enough. It is all I know to call that exhiliration of being on the open road, ears flapping, nose sniffing air at 80 mph.
There are some things I miss quite a bit. When I was a wee little pup, Brad would drive from Lake Havasu to Santa Barbara every single week and sometimes he would bring me with him. It was a fun trip, of course, because I was on the road nose to the wind. The only problem was he would drive his truck which does not have a ton of space for me to lie down. I, Howard, need my naps. Even as a puppy I needed a daily nap or five.
I used to dream that he would buy a Chevrolet Silverado that would have had a lot more space for me. I used to picture myself hanging out the huge side window, barking at the passers by and laughing under my breath like Mutley when the jumped. Never happened though. Instead I was stuck in the little truck bracing myself for every slam on the brakes. One time we were cruising along at 70, and all of a sudden he slamed on the brakes and I end up on the floor. Not fun for me at all, and after that the truck needed a brake job.
I needed a craniotomy.
Brad was always good at putting her up on two wheels as well. You have NO IDEA the suffering I endured all for the thrill of a joy ride. I would even drive from California to Texas to Dallas Auto Repair. That is how hardcore I am.
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given that 1/3 of your brain is devoted to smells, you literally can smell the B.O. on a fly 2 miles away, Howard....I used to say "the car" in as soft a voice as I could and my dog would hear that phrase (or a quiet car key jingle) from across the house and explode into energy, ready to stick her head into the wind and smell those great smells and sneeze every once in a while in ecstasy from all of the smells...she would rest her muzzle on the car door window ledge and just let it happen...she even learned to lean into the corners and lean back when I braked....I know you do all of those things too Howard, but couldn't help reminisce...good times
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