One Flat Tire….Then Two

On our way home from Florida, dad was driving a car instead of riding with us.  I am not sure why, but something about it getting great gas mileage and dad wanted to bring it home.  Last time I passed gas, I got into trouble and here dad goes with something that passes a lot of gas??  I don’t gets it!

Anyhoo, that gas passing car had a flat tire!  At first I was excited cause I had to take a potty break, so mom got my lease out and we went in the woods by the interstate, but then she saw a tick on her leg and she quickly picked me up and we waited in the truck instead…no biggie because mom said we would stop for a potty break as soon as dad got the tire changed.

WELL, as soon as dad got the spare on we were on our way and I was really happy!!  THEN the worst thing ever happened!!!!   The spare blew…OMD!

As you can see from this picture, I was none too happy…I hads to peeeeeeee and mom would not let me out for the fear of a tick attack!  It took furever to get it fixed cause we had to find a tire place.  After two hours of driving to find a tire place and sitting on the side of the road with flat tires for a gassy car we finally got to stop for me to run around at a pee station, er…rest station.  Dads…they can be so annoying with their new gassy car!

FYI,  we had no more problems and dad seems to love his new  gassy car…he said it gets great gas mileage and loves driving it to work…I still don’t get it but I do know that the next time I am gassy he better not complain!!!