Poor Jackie and Josie nearly got squished to death trying to get them into the back of their new car today. Phylly came over to spend the day with me, and I was extremely glad to have her to help me with the dogs. I really don't think I could do them both at the same time by myself. We loaded the dogs into the back of the Explorer here in my garage. I pushed the button on the open tailgate, and it automatically closed. We drove to PetSmart and took the dogs inside for their bath.
Later, Phylly and I went back to PetSmart to pick the dogs up. That is when Phylly tried to crush them!
I guess I should confess that Phylly isn't really just two feet tall. She might as well have been for how far the button was above her head. STUPID ME! I can't believe I didn't foresee that possibility.
The Explorer has every bell and whistle known to man at this time, including ambient lighting that I can change to about 8 different colors. The back end has buttons you push that cause the back row of seats to fold in half, and then turn completely around and down inside the floor so the whole back end is flat. That is why I wanted it. So easy to put the dogs inside.
So Phylly and I managed to get the two dogs inside the back end of the Explorer. Not an easy task. Once inside the back, I like to open the back door -- crawl into the 2nd row of seats -- and get the dogs to come forward to me by giving them a treat. I do that so when the back door comes down, they don't try to jump out or get their feet stuck or something. I asked Phylly to "PUSH THE BUTTON" when I got inside the car.
It never even entered my mind that Phylly might not know WHICH button to push. I had crawled into the 2nd row seat, and Phylly pushed a button. Only problem was, it was the WRONG button! The dogs were on a FLAT floor, and all of a sudden seats starting coming up OUT OF THE FLOOR and turning around onto them and shoving them down under them. I was hollering at Phylly that she was pushing the wrong button, but it was too late. It was already pushed!
I ran to the back of the car, and Phylly and I just stood their staring into the back of it trying to figure out WHAT ON EARTH we could do to save Jackie and Josie from being squashed into two black dominoes!
It was a real circus, let me tell you! I tried to UNpush the button, but I could not. Then we literally had to pull the dogs up over the seats and out of the car. The dogs were terrified! Once we finally got them safely outside, we thought we would never get them back inside again.
TOTALLY my fault! I guess I thought Phylly had seen me push the right button when we were at the house, but that is a stupid assumption. I will never make that mistake again.
Phylly said, "Next time, I'LL get in the second row seats and give them their treats!"
Poor babies. I promise you, they are perfectly fine, and I have hugged them to pieces and so has Aunt Phylly.