Friends, meet "THE JUICE"...
She is the newest addition in our lives and two of us are pumped (the humans) and the other two give it a resounding 8 paws DOWN (they don't like change---especially when that change doesn't have a window to stick their heads out of). But they'll learn to love it.
After the Pooper died a fantastic death (details below), Dave took the insurance check and went-a-shopping! Unfortunately the trooper was not gold plated, so the car-hunt was restricted to craigslist. Wasn't that fun! If you've never had the pleasure of craigslist shopping, it involves frantically searching the new ads and rushing around to look at cars, trying to be the first one to present cash (not the first phone call, but first to arrive with CASH). It is very stressful...although everything that I am involved in is stressful. Hmmm, maybe it's me? Nahh...it must be everything else. Anyway, I'm trying not to make this the.longest.story.ever. So....we are both so happy to have this ordeal be over! We picked up the sweet ride last night from a fellow Boeing guy, hence...The Sticker. Where is my damn goo-gone?
The death of the trooper...
No one was seriously injured, except the beloved Trooper.
Details: Dave and the doodles were cruising along when the driver of the explorer turned left (on a green circle, read: YIELD) in front of the Trooper and got hit at about 40mph. The only one who had to go to the hospital (for minor injuries) was a passenger in the back, who wasn't buckled up...WEAR YOUR DAMN SEAT BEATS! IT'S ISN'T 1950 ANYMORE PEOPLE!! The doodles were just fine and even had a fun play date out of the ordeal.
the sad, sad boy and his sad, sad car...I think they both need a hug.
1 comments:
goodness! I'm glad everyone is ok!
I like your new ride!
and I miss you!
Love little!
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