Dog+g35=Fun
Dog+g35=Fun
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From: st.louis
Poor dog, I feel sorry for the both of them... At least the chick he was waiting for helped him out and was understandable.
EDIT: This was on the last page of that thread:
About 6 years ago, my wife and I had our Min-Pin, Tillie, in our Acura CL with us. I was driving, and Tillie was standing on my wife's lap with her head out the passenger window. I pulled in to park at McDonalds, and when I pulled the keys out of the ignition, I accidentally bumped the 'Arm' button on the alarm remote. The problem is, my alarm has the window interface, so when I armed it, it automatically rolled the window up - squishing Tillie's neck and throat in the process. I hear my wife scream and turn to see our pooch dangling by her neck from the top of the passenger door and flailing around like a flag in a hurricane. I stared in disbelief for a split-second - horrified at the cartoonish events that were unfolding right in front of my eyes. And before I can react, Tillie lets loose a squirty $hit that shoots, slow motion like, accross the cabin, plastering the front of my shirt pretty good. So here I am in the Micky Dees parking lot, covered in crap, fumbling with the keys, wifey screaming bloodly murder in the passenger seat, with a half decapitated dog sticking out the window, flopping around for dear life and shooting diarreha from her a$$ cannon in rapid fire succession. Somehow in all the confusion, I managed to get the keys back into the ignition and roll the window down. Released from her deathlock, she fell back and collapsed into the wife's lap, gasping for air. I never will forget the look on Tillie's face... her eyes popping out of her head and her tongue dangling listlessly to one side... her expression was a mix of 'Im alive!' and 'WTF just happened?' and 'I can has Cheezeburger now?'
Eventually Tillie caught her breath, and after a few minutes was back to her normal self. I think the cheesburger helped. My wife and I, however, have been tramatized for life...
EDIT: This was on the last page of that thread:
About 6 years ago, my wife and I had our Min-Pin, Tillie, in our Acura CL with us. I was driving, and Tillie was standing on my wife's lap with her head out the passenger window. I pulled in to park at McDonalds, and when I pulled the keys out of the ignition, I accidentally bumped the 'Arm' button on the alarm remote. The problem is, my alarm has the window interface, so when I armed it, it automatically rolled the window up - squishing Tillie's neck and throat in the process. I hear my wife scream and turn to see our pooch dangling by her neck from the top of the passenger door and flailing around like a flag in a hurricane. I stared in disbelief for a split-second - horrified at the cartoonish events that were unfolding right in front of my eyes. And before I can react, Tillie lets loose a squirty $hit that shoots, slow motion like, accross the cabin, plastering the front of my shirt pretty good. So here I am in the Micky Dees parking lot, covered in crap, fumbling with the keys, wifey screaming bloodly murder in the passenger seat, with a half decapitated dog sticking out the window, flopping around for dear life and shooting diarreha from her a$$ cannon in rapid fire succession. Somehow in all the confusion, I managed to get the keys back into the ignition and roll the window down. Released from her deathlock, she fell back and collapsed into the wife's lap, gasping for air. I never will forget the look on Tillie's face... her eyes popping out of her head and her tongue dangling listlessly to one side... her expression was a mix of 'Im alive!' and 'WTF just happened?' and 'I can has Cheezeburger now?'
Eventually Tillie caught her breath, and after a few minutes was back to her normal self. I think the cheesburger helped. My wife and I, however, have been tramatized for life...
Last edited by NiSmO Knight; Apr 10, 2008 at 12:00 PM.
You guys have no idea, the last time I went out camping, the drainage plug to the ice chest with the raw meat in it had somehow come loose and poured out into the back of the rear seat. Needless to say, it baked in the hot sun for 3 days (we never knew it had happened) and, well... you get the point.
Took me an entire weekend to clean it fully out and get the smell out.
Took me an entire weekend to clean it fully out and get the smell out.
lol that **** is priceless, both of those stories. I'm making that first picture of the carnage my wallpaper.
When I bought my Z31, the guy who owned it before me accidentally left half of a pizza hut pizza in the hatch. The hatch leaked. It sat there, in the middle of July, for 3 weeks before I bought the car. When I went to move it I heard sloshing, so I popped the hatch and there was a hatch full of water and moldy pizza. The smell didnt come out for a month.
When I bought my Z31, the guy who owned it before me accidentally left half of a pizza hut pizza in the hatch. The hatch leaked. It sat there, in the middle of July, for 3 weeks before I bought the car. When I went to move it I heard sloshing, so I popped the hatch and there was a hatch full of water and moldy pizza. The smell didnt come out for a month.