Max here… Recently, dad went back to work and had to score a new car for business purposes: the only things he likes less than dealing with auto dealerships is going to the proctologist or the dentist, even in that order, and even if they’re the same peroom, on the same visit. Actually, we have great empathy for the actual salesman, it’s the self-important manager behind the curtain I wouldn’t hike my leg on if he was on fire.
Anyway, after a process that can only be measured time wise in epochs and eras, we formally signed the adoption papers on the great-granddaughter of Miss Ellie. She’s a sage-green Subaru that others shunned simply because she is a five-speed, which was actually a positive for dad; if he can’t be on a bike, he at least likes to be able to jam through the gears.
Miss Ellie has spent some time counseling the new girl on the peculiarities of the Casa, and the assimilation into the family has been relatively painless. One issue that has arisen is the light tan interior; every time dad opens the door, Mia and Charlie interpret that simple action as a personal invite to add their footprints to the decor. If you follow the stock market, you have no doubt noted a sharp uptick in activity of foaming upholstery cleaners and Scotchguard futures.
Charlie likes the bike, I prefer Miss Ellie, but Bultaco has claimed the new girl as his own personal chariot. I’m not sure if that’s because that’s what dad was driving when he found the Micro Mexican, but it matters not; what does matter is that the pint-sized Santa Ana thinks he holds the title and is making the payments.
One issue is the passenger seat; the seat belt sensor is so sensitive that the mere weight of a cell phone sets off her alarm. What’s odd is that she seems to tolerate Bultaco, as he can sit on his throne and she doesn’t say a word.
The problems start when the inmates start playing musical chairs; it’s usually not a problem when I take my turn riding shotgun, but Charlie? As soon as that rambunctious black ox commandeers the cat bird seat, the new Subie unleashes a stream of profanity that would cause Miss Ellie to wash her mouth out with soap. Most alarms of this type stop after a few subtle “dings”, but not this green girl: her protests are constant and vociferous,more suitable aboard a freight train than a small green automobile.
Other than stopping the car to put the seat belt on Charlie, we have no choice but to go bumbling merrily along with the alarm causing blood to spurt from our ears.
At least until Bull reclaims his rightful position as navigator of the Starship Subaru.
And keep in mind that every Friday is Charlie Bravo Day; go forth and Chark!
Max and BullTaco!!
Love your stories!
Gotta love these new “Bells and whistles”. NOT!
So glad Bull is fitting in just fine and holding his own.
Hey Bret….buckle the seat belt before hitting the road….either that or find one that will fit and snap it in!
It’s more fun to belly ache about it than actually employ brain cells in an effort to fix le problemo! 😉
https://www.amazon.com/Vastar-Adjustable-Vehicle-Seatbelt-Harness/dp/B014W40TSW/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_1?s=pet-supplies&ie=UTF8&qid=1487947325&sr=1-1-fkmr1&keywords=subaru+seat+belt snap it in and let it dangle…no need to attach it to anyone
sometimes that helps more than an actually solution too
Go online get a seat belt extender…then miss ellis sidekick won’t know the difference. Chark on
I hate my seatbelt sensor. I’ve spent hours trying to disarm it.
My foster Charlie Chug says have a great Friday!
Chariots are bossy these days.
Such a cute little puppy!!
I love your posts, they make my day!
Awwww
bultaco got light delicate heiney with lil dog foot step is why it dnt go off on him charlie has happy wiggly giggley heiney.
That is actually a very accurate description!
i figured that out my oldest bro has a happy go lucky licky waggy giggle but pit mix an knowing small dogs most my life .
I love these stories and the images they conjure up. Lol
OMG this may be my favorite story to date! If these musings are not published one day, it will be a terrible loss to the world. Please keep them coming – they bring me so much pleasure.
We call our Subaru the BOO
Mom calls Miss Ellie the Booroo, the new one is the Bootwo; dad is a bit more anal about naming things, usually finds that they will name themselves
Time for seat covers. My Subaru has light grey seats…seriously why would you put light fabric in a car?
I’m sure MicroTaco will soon add to “the peculiarities of the Casa” 🙂
Well done o!n your new choice of chariots! Maybe Bultaco has claimed the coach because its interior goes so well with his exterior. 😀
Princess peanut says hello
What a character!
Yes she is…..Lol
Will we be seeing a photo of the new arrival soon?
Why not take all your stories about your wonderful rescued babies & write a book ???