This is dedicated to all the pets who ride around in cars. Now I finally can empathize…
Oh chauffeur, my chauffeur where should we go
after our exciting trip to the grocery store?
Did you see the ponies going into the vets?
Can I go there too?
Oh chauffeur, my chauffeur
must we go home now?
Oh I have another trip tomorrow?
Yippee!
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cute!
Since I rarely go out at night — unless I have a driver — due to my macular degeneration, I can empathize with the pets and the rich.
This is cute, but I’m sorry about your reasoning behind this, Sandra, and I know it’s been awhile since I visited. My Dad was with us for Easter (almost a week), which was great, but I lost about 5 days of blogging and was overwhelmed with emails. I’m starting fresh, so today, I’m visiting you. We can only do what we can and I know we’re all in the same boat…I hope you’re doing well, otherwise, and I’m off to your other recent posts. 🙂
I’m getting better at coping. Afterall I drove all the way to St. Louis alone — even if it did take me 2 1/2 days because I refused to attempt to drive at night. Sometimes the hardest lessons are the ones where we learn to accept out limitations.