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Goodbye Mini

Goodbye Mini

August 14, 2010
Posted in: Dogs, Totally Random | Reading Time: 2 minutes

I sold the Mini Cooper this week. I cried like a baby. I'm not the kind of person to get attached to things. I can easily give away clothing, shoes, jewelry that I haven't worn in a year. I can even easily leave this home. But that Mini had sentimental meaning to me. For one thing, it was a dream car. I always wanted a convertible. For another thing, Mr. Wild Dingo willingly bought it for me with only a few small groans about it being more expensive than his BMW.

Maggie prefered the drivers seat when she sat in the Mini. Of course she would.

We bought the Mini when Maggie was still alive. She really dug the wheels. She loved the top down and pretty much thought it was her personal car.

Later, Loki and Juno loved it in their own special way.

Driving Miss Juno

"Who are you calling a sissy-dog? Come a little closer. I’ll give you 4 reasons not to call me a sissy: cuspid, inscisor, molar and fang."

"I'm hotter than a 2-dollar pistol."

"Knock me a kiss kitten."

Juno showed the mini a little extra love.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just sitting here, minding my own husky-ness."

There are a lot of memories in that car: long road trips, bike races, dog adventures and the regular stops from law enforcement. But I'll never forget the feeling of freedom that came with motoring along NorCal's notorious Highway 17 daily, carving the the road's steep corners with ease, with the top down, the sun shining on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.  Next to Mr. Wild Dingo and the beasts, that Mini was home to me.

I'll miss you Mini. But I won't miss the speeding tickets.

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10 comments on “Goodbye Mini”

  1. Having seen the condition of the driver's seat in the mini, I would have to say that the dogs on drugs strategy for the long drive sounds like a good idea. Of course I do not believe for a minute that was done by Juno. As if!


  2. There are some things in life that we just get attached to! I hope you find a car when you move that's just as much fun for driving through those Swiss Alps!

  3. Aww...that was a super cute car. I was that way about one of my cars, my parents helped me get a brand new 1995 Camaro Z28 Convertible as well. I was really sad to see that one go.

  4. aww, so sad. I'll never forget driving along the ridge-line behind you, the bride and the clouds of yellow blossoms swirling in your wake.

  5. Ha! HA! Love the colour-coordinated accessories on the dogs!

    I can get very attached to cars too - I loved my Honda CRV back in Auckland - my first proper car (I'd always wanted a 4WD!) - and was really sad when we sold it. I haven't "bonded" with any other car since - in fact, our car here is an ugly Mistubishi station wagon which I have no feelings for at all - the other day a traffic warden asked me what kind of car I had, I even said "a Mazda" before realising! 😆


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