Because of the outrageous gas prices, my husband has been driving my minivan to work and I've been using his gas-hog truck - he has a much longer commute than I do (mine is three miles 8) ). My van has a Colonial Basset Hound Rescue magnet on the back that reads "Proud Owner of a Rescue Basset" and I have a Basset puppy air freshener hanging from my mirror (the cheap thing never smelled but it's cute). Two nights ago as my husband was coming home from work, he was sitting at a traffic light in heavy traffic. There was this car next to him but the person had left three car lengths between herself and the car in front of her so she could keep even with my husband. He caught a glimpse of her waving franticly at him out of the corner of his eye and he thought "Just what I need - a confrontation with a Looney-tune!". He was wondering if he had accidentally cut her off or something and was prepared for trouble as he rolled down the window to see what was up. She waved and yelled happily at him "I HAVE ONE, TOO, I HAVE A RESCUE BASSET!!!! I've been trying to catch up with you to tell you I HAVE A RESCUE BASSET, TOO!". Then the light changed and she drove off. Only a Basset owner... :lol:
Terry
Terry