Yeah! The moms car is all busted up!
Don’t worry. The girl and I weren’t in the car and the mom is ok. But I hope the car isn’t! I need more room.
The body shop guy keeps saying it’s not a big problem. He’s lying. I hope he’s lying. Whatever. I will just alert to a high while we wait to hear if I get a new car.
Cheerios while I wait. Insulin while the girl waits. Not bad!
Ok. No happy dance. Car is going to be fixed. Can’t a big beautiful hard working dog catch a break?