I’m spending the next week going to T&S’s twice a day, and I had to admit that I couldn’t guarantee the Jeep could make the trip fourteen times in its present condition. Once or twice, sure, but that’s always been a bad-luck gig for the Jeep. So T loaned me his truck while they’re gone.
And you just knew somebody was going to have an opinion about it…
I practically had to toss him in the first time: Once the door opened and the cavalcade of new and extremely interesting scents hit his nose he more or less went full autism and forgot all about why he was standing there.
Autistic dog – now that’s a image.
Being a pond dog, Tobie probably has a background that involves forced rides in strange vehicles that didn’t end well for him. I remember how long it took him to warm up to the concept of Jeep rides.
Have any precautions been taken to avoid puppy-chewed truck parts?
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I agree with Ben. The expression on Tobie’s face really struck me as confused sadness.
Yeah, but that’s his standard resting expression. He had no objection to riding in the truck once its scents stopped being startling.
That may be his “what have you done with MY Jeep?” look.