The first time I took Mr. T through a carwash, we had just moved to Anchorage. He was sitting on my friend Janis’ lap when the water hit the car. He leapt into my arms. After that, Mr. T didn’t go for car rides very much. They were just never his cup of tea.
But Blue and Blondie love car rides. So I didn’t think twice about bringing them with me on errands that included a car wash. I have to tell you, the last thing in the world you want is to be in a car wash with the jets of soapy water hitting the car and two dogs, who weigh 35 and 40 pounds respectively, both trying to climb into your lap and, if possible, under your skin.
I don’t think they liked the car wash.