The racing van has become the dog hauler. The middle seats are never in it. It has 180,000 miles on it, a dent right front from some jackass that hit me then ran etc.
I was taking him to doggy daycare (yappy hour) in a nasty thunderstorm and had to fill up with gas. I did so and went in to pay. When I came back he had **** everywhere. Semi solid. Think frosty. Everywhere. He walked through it and paced etc.
Pouring rain = rolled up windows.
Almost puked again. I need a new car now.
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