Until yesterday I drove a roller skate. It was a 2007 Toyota Yaris that really truly looked like a roller skate. When my dad first saw it, he said, dubiously, "If someone hit me with that car and I found out about it, I'd be really pissed." It got great mileage but left me stranded a lot in bad weather.
I can't be stranded anymore. I've got a commute, no spouse with a better car, and a winter on the way. Therefore, I despairingly went to buy a new car. This should be fun, but I hate buying cars. I've had only a few my whole life, and this is the first time I've bought one while the old one was still running fine. So, behold! My new Toyota RAV4.
Silly me, I thought, "aha! The pit bulls will LOVE this giant vehicle!" (They did not fit well in the roller skate, to put it mildly.) So I swung open the back door proudly and they looked at it, then at me, and sat down. They just won't get in there. They do get in the back SEAT, so I made some modifications:
They piled in, and now they have their own windows (the Yaris had two doors and therefore two windows). The new Buggy already has smears, slimes, and dribbles all down both back doors. Annie sat down philosophically and looked out her window. Banjo bounced around all over the place before dejectedly flinging herself on the seat and whining irritatedly.
We're going to have to go for a lot of practice rides. These dogs have got to learn how to act like regular dogs. Also, we're taking a road trip for Thanksgiving (otherwise I would've put these modifications off for a while).