On the way back from the cottage, I followed the same car for about 45 miles. It was a boring beige Honda of some sort. (Side note, if you're going to get a car as boring as a Honda, can't you get it in a color other than beige?) The driver was clearly very into stuffed animals. The back window of the car was filled with them. Stuffed bears, rabbits, cats, dogs. It was a regular zoo back there. So we're going along, I'm not really thinking about anything in particular, just staring through the rain at the Honda. Then, suddenly, one of the stuffed animals turns around and looks at me. I'm pretty sure I actually yelped. The stuffed animals, they were coming alive! It was like some freaky B-movie. OK, it was really just a dog. And I know people travel with their pets, but do they normally keep them on that ledge below the rear window? What happened to spreading a sheet out and letting the dog hang in the back seat? ...Thoroughly freaked out by the stuffed animal-turned real animal, I passed the Honda.

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Posted by blueostrich at 6:14 PM
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