Dad usually takes me for a ride in the Jeep. Sometimes Mom will too, but she usually takes me in her little Honda CRV. I like the Jeep better, cause the back seats lay down flat. That gives Eddie more room to move around, and lets my crate sit on a nice flat surface. Soon I'll outgrow the crate and join Eddie free in the back of the Jeep.
Here is a picture of my Jeep. Mom calls this the Dogmobile, because it's primarily used to haul Eddie and I around. It's dark gray, so it matches at least part of my fur. No self respecting female dog would be seen in a car that clashes with their fur.
There's really no reason for Mom and Dad to have three cars; I mean, it's just the two of them. So the Jeep really is for me, and Eddie.
Dad has his own car too; the Mustang.
But what’s REALLY fun is to go for a ride in Dad’s Mustang. He says I’m not supposed to ride in that car; it’s not for dogs (I think he’s trying to tell me I’m a dog). It’s a cool car. I know I'm not supposed to be in this car, but it matches my fur better than the Jeep, so I like it better. Here’s a picture of me in Dad’s Mustang. I'm sitting in the front seat cause there's more room. I'm in the driver's seat cause Dad's not in the car, so I can sit where I want. If Dad does get in and decides to take me for a ride, then I'll move over to the passenger seat. The back seat is too small, plus I can't stick my nose out the window.
Now, if I could just learn to work the stick shift in this thing. Automatic transmission isn't so bad, but a five speed? I'm just a little girl. I haven't figured that part out yet.
You can't really appreciate the Mustang from this little picture, so below is a picture of the whole car.
