I bought it on January 2nd, 2009. It stayed clean and fresh through my cross-country move from Colorado to Tennessee. But things went downhill in terms of cleanliness on June 6th, 2009. That's the day I adopted Claire.
Since then, I am sad to say, my car has gathered a plethora of nose prints on the windows, fur and paw prints all over the dashboard, mud ground into the cloth seats, and a faint dog smell that no air freshener can mask. In addition, the center console is broken from bearing Claire's weight while I was driving; she likes to stand with her front paws on it so she can stick her head out of the sunroof. But don't worry -- in the past year, I got her a seatbelt which she wears diligently, so the console-standing has ceased. Oh, and there are treats, tennis balls, and empty plastic bags tucked into every crevice of my car, too.
When I went to Africa this past October, my friend Whitney took my keys and got it cleaned FOR me. Two full months have passed since then, and it has already morphed back to its previous state: dirty. The only part that remains remotely sit-able is the drivers seat, since that is the only place that Claire does not have access to.
Lest you think my house is in a similar state, let me assure you that it is NOT. I like to tell people that the house is mine, but the car is Claire's. And, in my defense, isn't that a typical girl thing? Dirty car, clean house? I'm trying to make myself feel better here, so feel free to humor me by agreeing...
By the way, my dear friend just sent me this email. I get the hint, Rach! Thanks pal! ;)
I want to throw up! What's happening??!! :)
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