Car Prison

Let me start by saying that last week Mom and I were about 1/2 second away from being killed in our car. No, I am not exaggerating. We were driving home from work on Tuesday, up a 4 lane road with a center lane for turning. Coming toward us was a sleek black car, going at least 70 mph  in a 45 mph zone (per Mom). Without slowing, it moved into the turn lane and kept on coming. It barely missed the rear of our car and slammed into the side of the car right behind us. Then other cars slammed into them. Mom pulled into a gas station and called 911. I heard her say to send ambulances, too. It shook her up so much that now she gets nervous every time a car pulls into the center lane to turn. I was in the front seat with her like usual, and Mom decided right then and there that was going to change.

You may remember that when I was a very young pup Mom tried various methods of “restraining” me in the car, supposedly “for my own good.” The most (in)famous one was this:You can read about it with more pictures here. I am happy to report she got her money back.

Last week she decided that I am finally big enough to wear Lexi’s car safety harness. Not only did I have to wear a seat belt, but I had to ride in the back seat of the car.

Mom said I look so much like her precious Lexi in these pictures, it brings tears to her eyes. I said maybe she would feel better if she let me sit up front again. She said no. 

I am Xena the Safe Schnauzer Warrior Princess