The Car Wash: A First-Time/Last-Time ExperiencePosted: April 12, 2013
Not all of my human mommy’s ideas are good ideas. In fact, some of her ideas are downright bad. Taking me through the car wash was one of those downright bad ideas. After a perfectly joyous time at Frankie’s Dawg House, my humans and I went on a little drive to the car wash. I will be the first to admit that my chariot was filthy. But really . . . this car wash? And with me? Just take a look at that sign. If the sign looks that bad, how good do your really think the car wash is going to be? And how does a deli fit in with a car wash? Honestly, I thought my humans had a little more sense that this, but apparently I was wrong.
So I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the inevitable. It was even worse than I had imagined it would be.
In my mommy’s warped mind, I should have been in this shot . . . blissfully enjoying the spraying, swishing, and blowing on my first magical trip through the car wash.
Instead, I was here . . . glued to my mommy’s lap. This was not where we all started our little trip through the car wash. In the beginning, I was in the very back of my chariot, separated from my humans by a row of seats. My daddy was in the driver’s seat and my mommy was in the front passenger seat, pointing that crazy camera of hers back in my direction. But very early in the car wash process, I put my feet over the back seats
as if I wanted to jump because I wanted to jump. When my mommy saw that, she realized that this whole taking Little Miss Harper Lee through the car wash was not the superb idea that she had thought it would be. She crawled from the front seat to the back seat (she was completely ungraceful, but at that point neither of us really cared) and put one of the back seats down so that I could get through. And that’s how I ended up glued to my mommy’s lap as we slowly made our way through the car wash.
After what seemed like about four hours, we finally emerged from that wretched place. I have never been so happy to see daylight in my whole entire life. My mommy promises me that we will never, ever, ever go through the car wash again. I’m going to hold her to that.