Shame. Poor mom. She really loved her car. So did I. Alpha does not allow me in his car. He says I’m too hairy. Hroof! Now isn’t that just such a rude thing to say to a lady doglet?
Mom and I would tootle off to Woolies and I would gaze at all the comings and goings.
Sometimes if the parking lot was empty I’d do some special dogart on the back windows for everybody to admire.
I’d have plenty of air because she’d always leave the windows down. She’d never take more than five minutes either.
Am not sure what Woolies is – but I do know it’s the quick shop and it has nice liver. Sometimes I’ve offered to go with her when she says she’s going to Pick n Pay but she always declines my offer. And she’s a real meanie when it’s hot – she never lets me go with her.
Anyhow… I digress. Mom was quite miffed because some insurance people wrote her car off. Said the damage was too much to fix.
Looked at her anxiously – if your car goes – how are we going to go shopping and for nice walks in the veld?
No worries Fudgie, Mom reassured me – you’ll always be allowed in MY car – no matter if it is a new one.
So last week Alpha started behaving very oddly. He went into the garage and started shifting all the stuff from one side to the other. Admittedly, he did make it look a bit neater. Whilst he was doing this it started to rain… then hail.
Luckily the hailstones never got bigger than marbles this time – because there was no space for any car in the garage at that time.
A few days later they came home with a huge beastie and parked it in the garage. Ahhroof! I saw the need for more space.
Mom opened the door for me to check it out.
Chunky chop bones! How are my little legs going to jump all the way up there?
Don’t worry, she said, we’ll make a plan for you Miss Fudgie-wena.
*As told to Ginny Stone
