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Discussion in 'Shiny Things' started by trevorf, Jun 2, 2014.
Nothing else really matters then.
The back seat in my truck is Pepper's seat.
I usually use the Tahoe whenever I take Crystal-pants for a ride. She rides in the backseat, right behind me. Sometimes though, we take the (regular cab) flatbed.
Here she is thinking, "Hey man, what happened to the backseat???"...
Dogs and trucks are a great combo.
The flatbed is the vehicle I brought Crystal home in, when I found her out near my Dad's old place.
She was skin & bones when I found her. Now, she's a Tubby McTub.
We just got a foster dog after being dogless for a few years, Athena loves to go for rides in the truck plus is a good shop dog as well...................I've had a few dogs but never one that wanted to hang out in the shop with me
After posting this pic I had to think of where it was taken..................it was in the small town of Cathlamet Wa. on the way to WetFest
Backseat of the work truck is specially modified to haul this guy around.
Those fukkers are so smart, you better not let him see you start and drive the truck more than three times.
Before you know it, he'll be taking the truck down to Petsmart to buy his own shit. (Provided he's watched you use your credit card)
Haha he used to try jumping in the driver's seat if I had the door open when we would walk to the truck. He hasn't done it for awhile.
They're insanely smart dogs. It's a challenge trying to stay a step ahead of him at work.
They're wayyy too smart for their own good.
My Bestie is an Executive for one of the largest multi-line car Dealers in San Antone. But, in a former life, she ran a coupla' of the "rescue" facilities here in town. She's miserable now, living the "Corporate" life, but always seemed happiest helping the animals (where her heart truly lies).
Anyhoo, at one of her last jobs, they had a GSD that would turn the coffee pot on for 'em, in the mornings, before everyone arrived for work. Eventually, he also learned to open several of the doors to the Facility. Luckily, they got that little bastard adopted-out, before he learned the alarm code.
Sorry for the hijack guys. Here's a "sort-of" truck pic, to get us back on track...
When ever I drive the truck, the dogs always go with.
Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
Unless you're trying to park it.
He looks like he means business.
Sort of funny/not funny story from last week....my church held its annual “blessing of the animals” which is fairly self-explanatory.
Fast forward to last Monday, I’m at a Knights of Columbus officers’ meeting and our priest shows up with his hand all bandaged up. He’s always in a good mood and starts telling us what happened and then mentioned it was a police dog who snapped at him and he pulled his hand away too quickly. Everyone was obviously shocked and immediately thought it was a vicious attack dog or something crazy.
He then goes on to say, “yeah, that wasn’t the worst part.....I found out later it was a damn cadaver dog.”
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Deep South Texas... BP?
Its been nine months and I still have my pup's dog bed on the center seat. Miss my buddy sitting on the center console on my way to work in the mornings.