When my car dies, it will become a doghouse.


They adore being in the car. They know that it goes places and they see things out the window and it also means: walkiiies! The day this car dies, I will have to park it in the middle of the garden, hang all the medals on it and turn it into a doghouse. I don’t know how elegant it will be, but do they care?

They spent part of the afternoon there, so I let them.Pictured Froggy and Coccolina in the driver seat. Not sure her feet reach the pedals…