And yes, my boy ‘Dash loves his trips to the bank, the home center, the hardware store, the pharmacy, and the park. Old Barf even helped shift the three-on-the-tree in the ’73 Coronet. I never had a dog that didn’t love a car ride. Well, maybe Myrtle Bitch….
Rather like the old joke about the fellow walking across the desert carrying the door from a 1954 Hudson: “If I get too hot I can roll down the window.”
And if you play your human right, you get to sleep on the bed and push your human off.
Routing you into the restricted access HOV lane through a series of one-way streets with no exit available and traffic enforcement officers on the entrance ramp.
I had entered the address for a funeral chapel in Shreveport, and the GPS dumped me into the middle of a construction site in Bossier City.
It is actually an “ur-word”, the origin of which is lost in antiquity. Thag Simmons got thagomized by the stegosaur, the witnesses saw his disemboweled body, and said, “EEeeeyoooooo!”
Department stores would advertise “30% off sale” and in print so small you couldn’t read it from the sales floor the sign actually said “30% off suggested retail price”. Compares with my trip to the warehouse club the other day to buy a product on sale last week at $10.12 but on the more recent visit it was under a banner that said “NEW LOW PRICE”: the yellow-tag bargain price was $11.96 and at the grocery store a block away, you could get more than twice as much product for $11.98.
As in: I call my dog ’Dash, short for Baldurdash which the breeder had extended from the proposed name Baldur (Norse god of light, beauty, and dental hygiene). He is dashingly handsome, he dashes for the gate when I open the door, and he is full of nonsense.
I like the one where the moose chases the elkhound straight to a very startled hunter: ELG JAGER HUND, and the Speed Queen washer demos.