It is with great sadness that I have to report that our beloved Waggin’ Wagon is out of commission, sitting on a concrete pad in the back yard, her hood open and her guts spread about the yard. Crabby has not been able to diagnose the problem, so we don’t know when she will be fixed.
Until such time as the Waggin’ Wagon can be restored to health, we are limited to the cab of a 96 Ford Ranger to transport the kids to their outings. While other people may have dogs that know how to ride in the bed of a truck… our kids, well there isn’t a lick of sense among them. Some are just stupid enough they will try to jump out of an open window, at 55, if they see a bunny. Absolutely no way we would let them ride in the bed!
Further, without her, neither Mortimer nor Crabby can even go camping.
While the little ones can be loaded as a group, the larger kids can only go 1 or a pair at a time. This translates into the possibility that some of the kids may not get to go out on weekends 😦
The kids are DEVASTATED!
Light a candle that the Waggin’ Wagon will be well, and that the kids can get to go on outings together soon.
Also, send good thoughts that the cost of fixing her is not so much that I have to pimp out Crabby on a street corner to raise money. (Between the 2 of us, he is the cutest after all…)
Waggin’ Wagon! WE MISS YOU!!!!