Whoever designed the 97 Pathfinder didn't have large, old wrecked dogs to transport. Twice this week I've run into trouble getting the crippled guys into the vehicle - first returning Thomas home to SAINTS and today trying to get Isaac to the vets. The door to the back seat is too narrow and too awkwardly placed, and the rear of the car is far too high at over 30" (half my own height!). Neither area works with the dog ramp, the dogs can't get in by themselves, and I can't lift them without hurting them or hurting myself.
Guess I need to add a new vehicle to my wish list.....right after the awesome power mitre saw John taught me to use this weekend...and a bunch of other power tools....and a portable workbench...hmmm, think I'll stick to the handiperson role. Someone else can take Isaac to the vet.
Hey! Hide everyone - Carol's sending us all to the vet in the fright-mobile with the vicious grey cat named Frodo....the one Thomas told us about...Ruuuuuuuuunnnn!!!!!!! (Murphy, Buddy)
Car ride?? I get to go for a car ride????????? oh boy oh boy oh boy!!! (Phoebe)
Grump, grump. grump.... get outta my face...I'm not going anywhere. (Michael)