Like a baby tethered by that blasted unbreakable nylon harness

So, I guess we won't be making it to the Harvest party this year. :( As it turns out, a dog had other plans for us, and apparently, he had a particularly disliking for our car. Indeed, this dog-like creature (or so it seemed from the dark, black shiny coat and the speed with which it moved) decided he would rather end his life as paint for our front grill than to let us get to the party. I guess taking a bath in our leaking radiator fluid is one way to go.

Translation: Yeah, our car is in the shop due to unforeseen vehicular disturbances.