When, a couple of years ago, I traded our old pickup in for a slightly used, later model, it still had glue from duct tape on the dashboard. It came from the time when we moved from Tucson to Minneapolis. I had created a duct to carry cool air to our cats, in a compartment in the back of the pickup and, at the same time, to keep Mari's violets from cooking.
I think of that every time I read about Mitt Romney putting his dog, Seamus, in a dog carrier, up on top of the family car, and driving twelve hours to vacation. Mitt says the carrier was air-tight, but he cannot really mean that; not if the dog survived the trip. "Anyway," Mitt should have said, and probably did--he has a genius for such things--"the dog suffered less than he did, inside the car, with his kids and wife. "
Even with air conditioning, one of the cats did not live. She died, ten years later, at sixteen.
I suspect I will have my own Mitt Romney moment, when Mari reads that line about suffering inside the car, with his wife.
I think of that every time I read about Mitt Romney putting his dog, Seamus, in a dog carrier, up on top of the family car, and driving twelve hours to vacation. Mitt says the carrier was air-tight, but he cannot really mean that; not if the dog survived the trip. "Anyway," Mitt should have said, and probably did--he has a genius for such things--"the dog suffered less than he did, inside the car, with his kids and wife. "
Even with air conditioning, one of the cats did not live. She died, ten years later, at sixteen.
I suspect I will have my own Mitt Romney moment, when Mari reads that line about suffering inside the car, with his wife.
Comments
Post a Comment