My dirty truck

It’s true, I have a filthy truck. I haven’t had a chance to give it its semi-annual bath yet, and driving up that dirt driveway every day leaves it covered in a film of dust. The worst part is the inside. Even that is getting very grimy. That’s what happens when the dog rides along to the farm.

Today I was carrying buckets of water to and fro, watering the garden. I “heard” this plaintive cry coming from the Dodge: water me!

Now my truck has never spoken to me before, so that is unusual. But these sorts of things happen all the time. I looked over at it and said “but I don’t want you to get any bigger!”