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My dog 🐕 🐶. Don’t get the opportunity to take many pictures of her anymore as it’s dark when I get up and dark when I get home. In this picture she is sitting on her pillow/mat and waiting on me to get her dinner ready which was half scoop of dry, can of food and half a scoop of dry on top. That’s only sometimes she doesn’t get canned food all the time.
At least one family member eats sensibly.
 
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Tigger, he with the thumbs and the uncanny ability to open doors with handles. In-focus images of him are as elusive as he is. Tigger is quite massive and much larger than Smokey who's part Maine Coon.



 
Our rental while on vacation. Very nice car. Reminds me of the A4 minus the less stiff suspension. The dash was a little goofy looking too.

Having a rental was sure nice, but between all the tolls and $30 a day parking fees at hotels and theme parks, it still seems advantageous to just use a taxi service or Uber.

Passat TSI. 2.0 4 cylinder turbo.
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Mtn Dew for me. I haven’t had one in a few days. Gas station gives us free drinks it’s hard to stay away lol. At least I have cut out the Mtn Dew a lot I’ve gotten down to Pepsi and Ginger Ale and occasionally Pibb or Root Beer.
 
Nice! My uncle on moms side had a 76’ FWD Eldorado with the 500. We rebuilt the valve train and some of the engine. Then ran M1 0w40 with wix for while. Lots of gunk in it when brother bought it. Two whole box fills of eight tracks too
Yup, that FWD 500! Hers went through three transmissions. Those 8-tracks were great! She never put the top down because I guess the one time she did, she had put an ice scraper in the back and it broke the back window, so it was always top up.

Funny side story:
When the Caddy was in the shop for transmission #2 or #3, I must have been like 10. She had been driving my grandfather's '88 F-250 for the previous couple of weeks, which had a metric speedo (km/h).

We were headed up to the cottage and the speed limit for Highway 11 was (and still is) 90km/h.

We are sailing down 11 and my grandmother remarks to me how slow everybody is going. All of a sudden, there's OPP behind us and we get pulled over. Cop comes up to the window and the following exchange ensues:
Cop: Ma'am, do you have ANY idea how fast you were going?
Grandma: (indignant) Why yes Officer I do, I was doing the speed limit exactly, don't you have better things to do than be pulling over little old ladies?
Cop: (incredulous) how fast do you think you were going?
Grandma: 90, the limit is 90, and I was doing 90 (pointing to the 90 on the speedo)
Cop: *peers in* ma'am, that's MILES per hour!
Grandma: *embarrassed* Oh my, so it is! Well, this stupid car has been in the shop for the last few weeks and I've been driving my husband's truck. It's in kilometres, this is in miles and ugh, well, I got confused.
Cop: *laughing* OK ma'am, I understand, slow down and have a great rest of your day

Didn't even give us a ticket!
 
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