I wish there was a way I could have taken a video. It would have surely made funniest show out there. I had to pick Ofcharka up in the smart car, the pink smart car. He was loaded into the back, where he fit just fine, but he was frightened and came immediately to the front when I got in. As a matter of fact, he tried to sit on my lap. There is this 120 pound big black dog in the smart car and the people at the traffic light cannot stop laughing. It was not so funny from my side. Ofcharka stunk. He obviously had been rolling in something that reeked. He turned on the wipers, then knocked the car out of gear. Then he put his back foot on the gas pedal. OK, I stopped the car and tied him to the passenger side. Big deal. His head was over there and the rest of him was over here, sitting on my foot on the gas pedal, and he was not budging, no matter how hard I shoved. I opened the widow wide hoping he would be distracted, but he did not move. So, we rode home with Ofcharka, stinky, smelly Ofcharka who had just cost me 400 dollars because he got porcupine quills in his nose and would not let me take them out, sitting his big butt on my foot. I kept my hand on the gear shift in case he knocked it out of gear again and by the time we got home, my hand and foot were numb. Ofcharka seemed to smell his land when we turned in the driveway and perked up. I undid the leash and he let himself out, wagging that big tail, happy to be back home. I was just thankful he was out of the car and we were safe. Whew!
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.