Introducing the “new” Food Lady Mobile, the 1990 Toyota Corolla Wagon. Now dubbed The Waggin’ Wagon, because whenever someone drives past me all they see are ears and tails milling around and spilling all over one another throughout the entire car. This experience has been a timely reminder of exactly why I crate dogs in my vehicle!
No, I did not buy a 21 year old car as a solution to my transportation problems. Even for me, who goes about most things in an ass backward fashion, that would be weird to do.
Instead, what I did was *whine* about not having a car to call my own. And to shut me up (probably) my friend Alison gave me her old car. She bought a new one, and hadn’t gotten around to figuring out what to do with this relic (made the year I graduated from highschool, incidentally) so she said I was welcome to it. And beggars cannot be choosers; so she signed over the title, and I took it through AirCare (and it passed! ) and now it’s all mine.
On Thursday somewhere between picking up all my stuff from my dead POS Pontiac, returning the rental car and picking up my “new” car, I managed to squeeze in a test drive on a 2007 Kia Sportage (how do you say that? Is it like Sport-AHHHjj or Sport-Ijj?) and I *liked* it.
It looks like this:
And the back seats fold down flat forward, which offers some considerable cargo space:
But even so, the wheel wells seem to take up quite a lot of space and I’m not sure I can get 4 medium sized crates in there (I say 4 because I know for SURE I can’t get 5 in there, and I am thinking the WooTWoo, being onedogsamedog / a single entity, can just share one). I shall have to do some measuring of crates and think on it.
I’m just trying to avoid having another minivan. The ones I can afford are shite, and the ones I can tolerate are way out of my price range.
Anyway, for the now I am driving the Waggin’ Wagon around and yesterday, as an experiment, I brought all six beasts to work with me to see how we fared.
Tweed is my Co-Pilot (he gets the front passenger seat because he doesn’t like anydog to touch him)
Faith stands behind the driver’s seat and stares at me through my side view mirror, which is really just disconcerting, and probably means I need to adjust the mirror.
Also, she stands there all crouched up because Piper is sprawled out taking up the rest of the backseat and won’t share with Faith.
Mr. Woo spends his time in a small crate in the way back, plotting how he can move up the chain of command and ride loose.
And in another small crate beside that rides The TWoo, who is pissed off …
… because insanity dog aka Dexter takes his chances by stretching out atop those two slippery crates.
In BC, your car has to pass “Aircare” – an emissions testing procedure. If it fails, you can get insurance for 3 months to have time to make the necessary repairs that will allow it to pass. I thought for sure a 21 year old car would fail, so my plan was to let it fail, insure it for the grace period (and make no repairs) and give myself time to hunt down a newer car without any pressure. However, since the Waggin’ Wagon passed, it’s insured for a year now, and I’m thinking life without a huge monthly car payment isn’t so bad for the moment! Even if the sea of dog swirling about in it is kind of annoying. So we’ll see.
In other news, in a few short days Dexter will be 18 months old and eligible to start competing in the AAC. This is exciting! He will be competing in his first non-sanctioned fun match in March, just to get his feet wet. I’m in no hurry to rush his training along. He’s still finding his feet, and the Sadist keeps saying ominous sounding things like “You do realize he’s not even running close to full speed yet, right?” and “this dog is going to be so damn super when he’s got some experience” and other stuff that make me wish I was both a better person, and a much better handler.
He is just so much fun!
No updates on the mystery that is Faith … the breeders / sellers never did respond to my email inquiry :( But the woman who surrendered her said *she* got her from another guy, and she remembers him saying in passing that his wife had changed her name to “Faith” because she was originally named after a nut and she didn’t like that. So I’m more than certain that “Walnut” is indeed Faith, but I guess we’ll never know how she got from Oklahoma to the west coast of Canada!
And nobody has applied for Faith either, which makes me sad. Well, one guy did apply for her, but didn’t realize she was deaf (which is sort of a hard thing to miss, given I mention it in every.single.paragraph in her bio) and didn’t want her when he found that out. How come nobody wants my pretty, no issue lovebug?