I Drove the Truck!

Shug has a big old pick-up truck. I’ve been driving it around town.

It’s awesome. I secretly wish I had a big old pick-up truck.

Mrs. Wigglebottom has claimed Shug for her own. Every time Shug sits down, Mrs. Wigglebottom is putting her paw on Shug’s lap, as if to ward off the other animals.

I think she’s hoping she’ll get to ride in the truck and who can blame her?

4 thoughts on “I Drove the Truck!

  1. I take it then, the truck is not smelling like ass currently? :)

    I have it on good authority (from the man who is too embarassed to pretend to be a ghost of the civil war on the phone) that if you go to a bachelor party and then pass out in the back of someone’s pick up truck on a bunch of branches from yard work earlier that day it is uncomfortable. I don’t know what all you guys have planned for this weekend, but I wanted to pass this handy tip along.

  2. Dogs love trucks.

    I am stuck with owning a pickup as long as my dogs are alive. They could never go back.

  3. Mabel, dog extradonaire, is leery of trucks.
    I, on the other hand, have fond memories of putting lawn chairs into the back of my dad’s El Camino at the drive in, drinking too much beer and throwing up over the side.
    Good times.

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