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2006-12-14 - 7:26 p.m. Don't let the dog drive... I thought i made this entry way back, but i guess not. Drove down to my sister's for Thanksgiving...we had a fun day at the thrift stores right down the block from her...we were unloading stuff from her car to mine, and Gretta came outside, and jumped into my car, released the parking brake, and took off crashing through her fence and careening through her yard towards the Eno River State forest, took a wild nosedive, and landed smack dab in the middle of the chive garden, stuck in the mud. I have this visual of the car getting smaller and smaller in the distance, and the silhouette of the GSD behind the wheel...there I was running after the car like an idiot, thinking, Oh, in the movies, you jump into the front seat and stop the car with the emergency brake...yeah, right. We called Valerie's bf and made it to the country auction anyway, and he came over in the middle of the night and towed the car out. Now I have a visual of being pulled backwards out of the mud and her bf's cowboy hat propped up in my rear view mirror. Yeoow. We had a real country thanksgiving...home-grilled food, corn-on-the-cob, green beans, two homemade cakes, and I got to feed the chickens and the horses and "Mule" and Gretta got to go crazy and run after the chickens and the guinea-hens. Today was another thing. I got into a three-car pileup on the way to work, and spent the day in the emergency room at Hackensack Medical...The police would not let me look at my car...they held their hands in front of my face...I saw the car was smashed back like a sardine can into the front window. They said, All that matters is that you are Ok...do not worry about the car... I made it through, got back OK. Home, now. OK/OK....